10/8/2013: Meet The Day That Killed Me

“Suicide is painless, It brings on many changes, I can take or leave it if I please.” – Theme from MASH

10/8/2013: Meet The Day That Killed Me

 

Continued from Hurricane Bob.

 

I'm not going to make any friends with this blog post.

Today is July 26th, 2017.

No lie: I'm not doing well.

Truth Is, I've Been Dead 4 Years

 

The events of 10/8/2013, have left me permanently malformed. I have accepted the fact I cannot control this downward spiral. Before I pull a “Chris Cornell,” I'm taking a parting shot at my enemies.

People reassure me “Karma will catch up” with John JC Baumgartner, Morgan Mcnerny, Sandra McCarthy, Nick Melillo, and I'm adding to the shitlist Doug Vanderpool, ESQ, without whose collusion, wouldn't be so fucked.

Recently, I re-synched my old Instagram. I saw my former business partners (usually blocked) vacationing in Europe, with new houses, and fancy cars. Meanwhile, the guy who got them success is reeling in the dust, broke, cripple, and homeless. I don't give a rat's ass about material shit, but seriously: Fuck karma!

It's imaginary hippie shit.

The worst people rise to the top naturally.

Just look at who is president!

Prelude To Ruin

 

Back in 2013 one our content partner, TTboy was pissed off because his crappy ghetto porn wasn't selling and we weren't walking in his office with 70K checks.

Times had changed.

By 2013 porn hadn't been selling for a while.

Last year “adult” was a legitimate business 2008, in my opinion. Once air, freedom, AND porn free via Pornhub: Selling smut was like selling fire in hell.

And that was my job.

TT blamed everything on a “racist video” (below) I made 15 months prior mocking the Mr. Marcus syphilis incident, who infected dozens of girls by forging STD tests. I never had a problem with Mr. Marcus. I thought what he did was fucked up: SO DID EVERYBODY!

 

 

Throwback Thursday 2008: Why You Shouldn't Turn Down 8 Million Dollars!

 

In 2008 we turned down an 8 million dollar buyout from DeeCash (yes, you read right) My moronic business partners said, “TTBoy wouldn't be OK with it.” My stance was TT would dump us in a hot second for 8M, but was voted down. I could see the writing on the wall with porn tubes like RedTube gaining momentum. The industry was in for a rough ride.

The whole “Porn Tube phenomenon” came via a very loose interpretation of the DMCA law (the same regulation that governs sites like YouTube and Vimeo). However, the owners of Redtube and Pornhub were paying outsourcers in the Philippines / India to rip and upload stolen DVD content, which hardly fits the spirit of the law!

Fast Forward 2009

 

In 2009 invited to speak at the AVN’s on content piracy. I estimated, by bandwidth speeds of the day, it would take 14 hours to rip and upload one scene to a tube site. That meant no myspace, email, or file swapping while the upload clogged the user's bandwidth.

 

Just who were these porn philanthropists?

 

HMM, I wonder?

All of the tube sites were all owned by the same entity (Mandwin). The same videos would reappear just days after a DMCA complaint USING THE SAME FILENAME on another site in their network?

 

Still trying to connect the dots?

 

It wasn't tough to figure out the scheme. None of the Brainiacs in the industry could catch (Mindwin/Brazzers/Mindgeek) in the act.

“Organizing smut peddlers is like herding cats.”- Tony Morgan

Ironically, I had predicted this debacle in the late 1990's in this apocalyptic blog on Consumption Junction:

Today’s subject: FILE SHARING

 

Lately, there has been a lot in the news about file swappers. 1500 people sharing music fileses have been subpoenaed to appear in Federal Court by the RIAA this week.

There is a lot more than just MP3s shared online.

SOFTWARE:

Yes, there’s a lot of software traded on file sharing networks. Did you know that Adobe Photoshop is $999? It seems every computer has Photoshop. Either somebody's been stealing, or my friends are richer than I thought.

MOVIES:

Do you want to watch a wobbly bootleg theater copy of “Pirates of the Caribbean” with crappy sound? Jump over to Kazaa.

MUSIC:

Every time there is an advancement in technology; the recording industry wants to crush it. During the 70’s the RIAA tried to sue the manufacturers of tape decks. More recently, there was similar outrage expressed over CD burners. Keep forking up $18 for crappy CDs with two good songs on it! Fuck progress. For decades the music business has been raping its customers. Now, the fat cats in the music biz can see the end of the gravy train, and they are starting to panic!

PORN:

You should, under no circumstances – EVER, EVER share porn files! Our beloved American institution is in enough trouble. The attractive females of porn don't get paid enough to demean themselves. There’s barely incentive for a maladjusted teen with low self-esteem to start degrading herself on camera, let alone some LOWLIFE PORN THIEF stealing!

As the porn industry’s main revenue streams dry up, they will run out of lawyer money. With no more funds for lawyers, the folks that run the jizz biz will succumb to the Bush/Ashcroft’s Witch-hunt and get sent to prison. With businesses folding, it will displace millions of Americans, quietly leading decent lives marketing porn. These people, unable to find work elsewhere because of their past involvement in smut, will turn to violent crime and overload the courts and correction systems.

The porn industry will become a distant memory of the past, only living as a fading memory on file swapping networks!

With the porn industry out of the way, it leaves only one person for of the Republican goon-squad to come after:

YOU!

 

The already saturated prison system will bog down further. The number of Americans incarcerated will outnumber those on the street.

With a giant multi-billion dollar sized hole left in the economy, the country will fall into disarray. There will be Merciless budget cuts. Healthcare will go first. New strains of disease will form and become pandemics.

With no more porn, billions of people will become bored and shut off their computers, causing a surge on the energy grid; leaving entire continents powerless. The only modern convince left will be automobiles. Survivors turn to them for heat, shelter, power and pray for death.

The hydrocarbons will strip the plant life, oxygen levels plummet, and thick pollution will block the sun.

With Gravity disrupted; the Moon will be knocked off kilter, and collide with the half-dead Earth; sending it hurtling into deep space.

Eventually, the particles of dust from the once mighty Terra Firma will appear again on a distant planet as shooting stars to a more advanced culture. These exceptional beings still exist because they were smart enough…

 

 

 

 

Dramatic pause.

 

 

 

 

 

Wait for it.

 

 

 

 

Keep waiting.

 

 

 

 

∅ To NOT DOWNLOAD AND SHARE PORN! ∅

Now Back To Our Story…

 

As bad as the description of this Apocolypse sounds, it wasn't shit compared to October 8, 2013.

Originally, I was excited about that day because I had my first show with a new band (which was a big deal to me). A few weeks prior, I started getting calls from my parasitic business partners insisting we'd meet at OUR attorney's office (Doug Vanderpool) on Oct 8th.

Now, keep the “OUR lawyer” part in mind as (if) you keep reading,

 

Was I Was About To Become The First Person Banned From Porn For Being Too Big Of A Scumbag? (LOL)

 

My senses told me something was wrong, but also before October 8, 2013, Google had just rolled out its latest update (Penguin 2.1 (#5) on October 4, 2013). By predicting it, we'd blown over our high sales mark in several years. I worked every day, including weekends. Anytime my shit-head business partners wanted to reach me; they knew not to call my cell phone; call my office phone because all I did was work!

When tasked with a project, I always completed it on time and to specifications. I can't say the same for them. “My abilities” made the de facto “auditor” to look over new sites for mistakes because of my “eye for detail”. Was it my “eye for detail” or their will to be half-assed?

Some of both I imagine.

My partners were pissed because of TTBoy, but the ironic part was just months before, JC and Morgan wanted to drop TTBoy and replace his content with “some other n#gg&r porn” (their words not mine). I was the sole dissenter. I said we should keep TT, because we should have dumped him when 8 million was on the table, not now.

Killing The Goose That Laid The Golden Egg

 

Sensing an ambush, I printed out statistics and log of everything I’d been contributing. Surely they weren't stupid enough to kill the goose that laid the golden egg? I wrote the companies “creative accounting practices,” along with bank reports proving if I didn't continually monitor my account, I just wasn't paid. I guess they hoped I wouldn't notice, and several times I didn't. I was wise to the tactic because I'd caught JC red-handed jacking our affiliates, something I insisted must stop.

So on October 8, we had to have this meeting in Seal Beach. I politely asked if we could move this date. I would have to drive to from LA to seal Beach, then to North Hollywood to get my equipment and then Pasadena to play and finally back home; which is tantamount to a sentence of being trapped all day in LA traffic.

No, it had to be Oct 8, and you will see why these ruthless bastards were so inflexible with that date!

You can see the 181 mile treck below:

 

The Dangerours Meeting

 

John “JC” Baumgartner, who called the meeting, said not to worry “the meeting won't be a long”. By my calculation, I was responsible for all of the house traffic which was about 85%, especially after the Google update. Our biggest affiliate was bringing in less than 5% of total sales, my other business partners being responsible for 0%.

 

When I finally got to Doug Vanderpool's Office in Seal Beach. I was the one who found Doug seated with John “JC” Baumgartner, Morgan Mcnerny, Sandra McCarthy, with Nick Melillo absent.

This was going to be an execution.

Doug started the meeting by saying, “Does anyone need anything before we start?”

I made a joke “ shotgun” (to stick in my mouth). Doug left the room for a minute and returned with a large rifle and laid it on the desk.

 

Ut Tu Brute?

 

John “JC” Baumgartner

 

JC is a tough guy who spent a lot more time buying guns, taking steroids and going to MMA classes. JC gets his way through intimidation, so he opened the meeting in one of his trademark steroid rages.

JC, “Well Jay we're not even sure what you do.”

Thinking to to myself, “Pretty much everything.”

While I was working 16 hour days, JC had tried to start:

  • A location business
  • Got a real estate license
  • Tried to start an energy drink
  • Joined a 1% motorcycle gang
  • Disappeared once or twice a week on cocaine binges in Vegas
  • Spent a year trying to buy a strip club
  • Invent a green motorcycle
  • An MMA twitter site
  • That’s just what I can think of; I’m sure there is more

 

JC proceeded to pull out this chart showing how our sales weren't nearly what they were four years ago.

 

Well, guess what JC?

 

NOBODY'S SALES ARE WHAT THEY WERE 4 YEARS AGO!

The fact that we were still taking DVD content and rebranding it into websites made us a dinosaur. The amazing part was we were the LAST DINOSAUR on earth after the meteorite hit the Yucatan coast. Thanks to my abilities as a marketer and aptitude to pull free traffic from anywhere, I had extended our shelf life WAY past its expiration date. I suggested many times that we update our business model or get into the mainstream. That would cost money and cut into what JC had been stealing.

There was a brief attempt to pull out all of the spreadsheets of stats I put together the night before. I might as well spent that previous evening taking one massive shit because I was never even given a chance to present them.

 

Sandra McCarthy

 

Next came Sandra McCarthy, who I had supported HER AND HER FAMILY for two years while waiting for OC Modeling to become profitable. Now that she had a lucrative escort empire running in Chatsworth, she arbitrarily decided she didn't want to pay me back. Little did I know I had been heading up a RICO sized prostitution empire with my property as a bond, and not reaping the proceeds.

 

 

All of a sudden, she magically has 39k in cash, which was the cost of my buyout from OCModeling that was written somewhere deep in the annals of the contracts that I should have read better her lawyer, I mean my attorney….I mean, their lawyer wrote.

 

Vanderpool Law: Now Accepting Payment In Cash, Checks and Prostitutes!

 

Doug had always worked for us “gratis” because Sandra would send hookers over as payment for legal services. She used him frequently to squash disputes with other pimps, models and file phony restraining orders.

Maybe now you are starting to see my confusion, conundrum, and conflict of interest.

 

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Morgan McNerney pulled out a huge stack of papers with stuff scanned from my FaceBook page. He accused me of being a drug addict. Ironically, Morgan just got out of rehab last year. You shouldn't throw stones when you live in a glass house. He admitted that fact to me while asking that I remove Morgan McNerney Newport Beach Tranny King post.

As they started to produce each page and say how “Ï made the company look bad.”Which to me seemed rather ridiculous, considering WE ARE IN THE FUCKING PORN BUSINESS.

Among the items they said made them look bad was some statements made affirming my atheism, the infamous Mr. Markus song, stuff from my band, the fact I'd contracted tuberculosis and was jumped by some steroid asshole were also problems for the “company image” for some reason
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My response:

 

“Who was I 15 years ago, before YOUR decision to get involved with me?

They didn't say anything.

So, I reminded them, “The same guy you see right now, if anything, I've mellowed out. Now that money is tighter, me being me is a problem?”

Doug asked if they all could step outside.

 

[Insert Canned Speech]

 

He Said, “Guys have been in this chair many times. Take them up on their buyout, or they will just force you out.”

It's not the best idea to take advice from a lawyer who arranged a meeting with your business partners and compensated for legal services in hookers.

I know that now anyway.

I liked Doug, I thought he was my friend, but the situation had become too convoluted. I should have gotten a real lawyer, fought and not taken their paltry 100K.

Doug handed me that dumb stack of papers, you said “go outside and shake their hands,” but I refused. As I left, those bastards were in his office busily shutting down anything I had tied to the company.

By the time I was back in LA, my credit card, bank, and phone cut off as I ran out of gas not far from my house. There was still had a show to play that night, which I managed to pull off, despite the mental trauma.

 

So Now What?

 

 

It's been a stuggle been trying to get back on my feet since, but between identity theft, bogus restraining orders, lawsuits, evictions, and not being able to play guitar anymore; it just isn't happening.

I'm not living anymore.

I'm just existing.

 

Karma and Sobriety Are Dumb

 

The sad thing, the last four years of my life have been my most sober.

Guess what?

Life was immeasurably better when “I was fucked up all the time.”

In summation, Sobriety is a concept, just like karma. Being sober (ish) has done nothing for me mentally, spiritually, health, relationship or money-wise.

Remaining are 150 pages of “the DTMHTRML good times” on my hard drive, but I can't get in the headspace to publish it. Life has changed so much; I don't feel like I was ever that person.

All of my “friends” have disappeared.

That's okay.

I wouldn't want to hang out with me either.

There isn’t a day I don’t think about suicide.

 

That said, this will be the final blog.

One reason for not drinking is I know my subconscious mind has the courage to do what my conscious mind doesn't.

It's time to get a bottle of Jäger, check out of this miserable world.

Every day above ground isn't a good one.

It's time to change that.

JQ

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The Descent Continues

Let me see…last three years have been a downward spiral. I lost my house, car, got run over by a truck, lost ability to play guitar (probably the biggest blow), insurance, my bike, got my identity stolen, can't go to the gym anymore because of this stupid Ulnar nerve injury,

I had to go to court 5 times to beat a completely frivolous civil complaint (even though I won, I lost after lawyer fees, don't really have a place to live, I can't feel half of my right hand — I'm sure there's more suffering lost in the haze. People always want to blame drugs or alcohol. All my “friends” have left me for dead.

 

I was expecting that.

 

The fact is, you don't see me. I'm a recluse. I don't like people. You don't know what the fuck I do. I've been the soberest I've ever been in my life: IT SUCKS!

As far as the rest goes: I don't steal, I'm a man of my word, I have a good work ethic, I help people when I can…

I can tell you what day all of the started and spiraled downward: October 8th, 2013:

 

Fuck all you greedy bastards.

 

No matter what I try to do life just sucks more and more. Suicide doesn't even interest me. I'm a sadomasochist I want to see how much I can suffer.

I'm sure there are some schadenfreude human-trafficking motherfuckers out there reading this with the enjoyment.

It not like I want my life to suck, no matter what I do life just keeps smacking me down.

People say “it's all up from here”, but is it?

Really?

The was no point to this article.

Just venting.

#FML

How I Got Into Porn Part 2: The OCCash Debacle

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Continued from Part 1

I met JC, at a Webmaster gathering in San Diego, California. We hit it off right away. He suggested we skip the rest of the show to go up to LA for some porn star's birthday party. I said, “Fuck it, why not.” I checked out of the hotel and drove with him in his SUV. We started getting twisted at the club in Hollywood and went to an afterparty. I walked around the corner in the kitchen, and I ran into this guy Tony, who I'd hung out with in Atlanta, and we had roots that went all the way back to Connecticut. It's a small fucking world.

Tony asked, “Do you want to do some blow?”

“Hell yeah.”, I responded.

We went to the bathroom and snorted some lines; I asked him if I could buy some; he pulled out a Pablo Escobar sized sack of booger sugar. I purchased an 8-ball. JC was impressed at how quickly I could score drugs. He asked me if he could get some. The sun was already coming up, so I just handed him my bag and told him to “have at it.”

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I've been doing cocaine since I was 16, my honeymoon days with blow were long past. I'm not a big fan of it other than as a tool to drink longer.

I wound up giving JC my whole bag, but he still insisted on buying another one, so I got it. By 10 in the morning, I was getting tired and bored, but JC just wanted to keep snorting. So I went to sleep in JC's truck while they kept partying. At around noon, he wakes me up and says they are going to ANOTHER party in a limo. I had my fill of partying for the night and was jetlagged as fuck. I was in my late 20s by then; three-day benders didn't interest me like the used to.

 

Stranded Somewhere in Canoga Park

 

He had the limo driver drop me back at his condo, which was in Canoga Park. I had no idea where the fuck that was, and I crashed out on the floor. I caught about five or six hours of sleep and noticed he hadn't returned, and his phone was off. I didn't know a lot of people in LA, so I called my surfer friend Scott in Huntington Beach. I told him I went out to a party but now was trapped somewhere up in the valley with no idea where the fuck I was. He suggested that I grab a piece of mail and look at the address which confirmed I was situated directly in the epicenter of “Porn Valley.” I asked him if he could come pick me up, he didn't want to drive all the way from Orange County, so I called a cab company to see how much a cab to Huntington Beach would be. They quoted me $400. I called him back, and he begrudgingly agreed to grab me.

 

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I've spent the rest of that day in Huntington Beach, and I was sitting out on the pier when JC finally calls me back and asked me if I want to go to another party. By this time he's three days deep and probably should consider sleeping.

Despite the chaotic introduction, my mind was made up; I was going to move to California and become one of those Big-Baller program owners.

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I had multiple conundrums I needed to deal with first:

1. I still had six years left on probation out of Georgia. Technically I wasn't supposed to be leaving the state. In my last few weeks in Atlanta, I set up a very elaborate series of fake voicemail boxes, bogus addresses, fake IDs, and phony employers — just in case probation came to call.

2. I had a girlfriend I lived with, to whom I hadn't mentioned any of my plans. We had a decent relationship, and she looked like Carmen Electra in her prime. As much as I would've liked to take her with me, I didn't feel like I could start a new life in California dragging my old life behind. I was a real douche bag because I didn't want to hurt her feelings, so I didn't even tell her I was leaving until two days before the movers showed up. I guess I was chickenshit. Sorry about that Krissy.

3. So I got back to Atlanta only to find my girlfriend suspected she was pregnant. For a moment I was terrified. She was a cool chick, “Hell no, if I'm pregnant I want this thing out of my body is fast as possible.” She took a pregnancy test, it came up positive, and we were at the abortion clinic two days later.

 

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Even in a big city like Atlanta, Georgia, it's still the Buckle of the Bible Belt; we were met outside by protesters that had babies covered with fake blood, signs indicating we were all on a path to eternal damnation. The protesters screaming “Don't do it for this man don't do it for this man.” I picked up all loose piece both the asphalt on the curb and threw it into the crowd which disbursed them a bit. We shoved our way into the clinic. The infirmary was a long room with glass windows on the back. The protesters moved from the front of the hospital to the glass windows and started reciting the Lord's Prayer over and over, each time louder. Someone from the clinic shut the blinds, but they still praying increased volumes. I found a piece of paper and wrote “Jesus knocked up my girlfriend” and shoved it between the screens and that seems to shut them up for a bit.

 

John “JC” Baumgartner

 

Business Partners Are The Root Of All Evil

 

Before my move, I got the lowdown on OCcash. It was three partners JC was the “president”, Morgan did graphic design (yet didn't know CSS), and there was a “money guy” named Rich, but he wasn't coming up with any cash. They wanted to replace him with me. I thought they had excellent content which was provided by TTboy and we would re-brand his DVDs and make them into porn sites. So, that was technically a fourth partner, even though nothing was in writing. I did an analysis of the program, and could see that there was a lot of room for improvement. So as long as this “money” guy agreed to step aside, it all made sense on paper.

My developer, Ryan, encouraged me to start up my affiliate program. However, I didn't see the need when you were making $3000 a day, but he said we should take the opportunity, and he would continue helping out with both companies to make the transition smoother.

Two weeks later June 15th, 2003, I am out in California full time, I had lived in urban areas for so long that I wanted to live by the beach. I picked Huntington because I had been there a lot before and I love skimboarding and surfing. All I took with me to California was 2 suitcases with two unconscious cats inside.

If I had been more aware of “Orange County Culture“, or lack thereof. I would've never moved there. I was out of place, but I thought it was best so we could all work together in an office.

But that wasn't even the case, in the two weeks, I hastily planned my exodus from Georgia. JC had already moved to Vegas a few days before. He didn't tell me he was thinking about it; didn't say he might, the prick just did it. He already had a house in escrow, so this was not just an impulsive move. What a selfish asshole!

Now, what is the fucking point of moving halfway across the country to make some worthless motherfucker rich? When they're just going to move out of State and go on to what they would later describe their first year of being in Vegas as “they can't remember any of it”? An extreme douche move in my opinion! Especially after I risked my freedom to be in LA to work as a company. I could've just stayed in Atlanta and saved myself a lot of trouble if I had to even an inkling that was the case.

 

Way to go, asshole!

 

I took up surfing and going to the beach, but I was not feeling the vibe.  At least I would be able to work right next to Morgan, who lived in Newport Beach, and we'd be able to collaborate. But that didn't wind up happening either because Morgan was more distracted by his constant intake of marijuana, pills, his needy fiancé, and his dog Walter (who easily had the highest IQ in the house)

On top of that, I was yet to sign anything legally binding with them. So after about a month of being out there, and still working on a handshake deal, JC comes back from Vegas storming in a steroid rage about how the company would now be structured. They wanted a 10k buy-in, which I had no problem with, that was chump change at the time. We had a meeting at Morgan's house to replace Rich (who still have contributed a dime) and make me the new partner. JC also went on and on about how bankrupt the company was. By that time, I was already locked out of the bank accounts, and I'm sure that $1700 VIP bottle service in Vegas had been one of the many JC-sponsored. I gave them the $10,000 and rather than reinvesting in the company, they just split it amongst themselves. Smart business!

When Morgan and I expressed, our concerns about the fact that we were doing all of the work, JC just exploded into another steroid induced rage, screaming and yelling and threatening to beat Morgan and I. I seriously considered saying, “Fuck it, I’m going back to Atlanta.”, but I was pretty committed by that point.

It was also very early on I could see chinks in the armor. We had a gay reality site we owned 100% of (a big money maker at the time). Morgan was so high he accidentally told the host to delete the site and didn't have a backup. Not even locally.

With some help from my developer Ryan, I did exactly what I promised them I’d do. I blew it up from a small and struggling affiliate program to a major player in the porn game within a matter of three or four months. I already had enough leverage as an affiliate, that people would trust me, and I was the “face” of the program. Hence my reason for being so pissed off at their creative accounting.

To make matters worse, my developer Ryan couldn't stand JC or Morgan. JC in particular. He labeled them as being “clueless” and I couldn't say I disagreed. After a little bit more verbal abuse at the hands of JC, Ryan quit and said, “He would never work for us again no matter how much we paid him.”

And to be honest, I don't blame him.

Fact of the matter, having Ryan quit hurt my core business, which always made me a lot more money than the chump change OCCash produced.

If anyone would care to contribute, I don't make Donald Trump money writing this blog.

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Just like him one of my last blogs, if you lay down with dogs you wake up with fleas.

JQ

XXXJay Is Dead

XXXJay Is Dead

Yours truly, Jason Quinlan aka XXXJay has been officially kicked out of the porn business for possessing a trait which is looked down upon in that industry: Honesty. I don't want to come off as the kind of jerk that keeps blaming his problems on everyone else and this is something I'm going to avoid in the future. Believe it or not, there are people in this world who are thieves, liars and back stabbers. Just this morning, I made the mistake of not locking my motel room door and some guy opened it and stole $15 off my dresser. Who's fault was that? Mine, for not closing the door? Or him walking in and attempting to ransack my room? I think the latter, but the porn crowd seems to love to blame the victim.

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Today, I was banned from the GFY forum (it's the big adult Webmaster board), which has been on the decline for quite some time for posting the following:

We had an affiliate manager named Jeff K if there were ever problems with payments he was the guy to talk to. Quite often, webmasters who knew me directly they would come to me and I would help them sort it out. What I notice starting to happen was I was getting way too many complaints.

Sometime around 2006 we were hosting with Navasite. I actually never wanted to go to them because I knew National Net was the better company. There was a period of almost 4 months where are sites when out daily (sometimes days at a time). So JC decided to stop paying them until they got their shit together.

JC assumed that during that 4 months we were getting free hosting and you will have to remember this is when hosting was really expensive. Once they finally had us back up they billed us for $120,000. Meanwhile, JC decided to use this money as his own personal piggy bank and went on a four month bender in Vegas. Sometimes we couldn't get a hold of the “president” of our company for days at a time.

Navisite finally wound up sending us a bill for 120k and we couldn't pay it. They wound up taking us to court and we lost.

After we lost in court, the amount of emails I was getting from affiliates spiked. I figured for every one person that was contacting me, 10 people were contacting Jeff, so when I was out in Vegas I confronted JC about it, who is mailing the checks at the time.

He told me, “There are certain affiliates that always know when they are getting paid and I send out those checks, but there are a ton of other ones I just don't send them and they never ask.” So basically, he was robbing from our affiliates to pay for the money he spent.

This infuriated me because I was the “face” of the company, also a Webmaster, and nobody knew him.

I told him that this shit has got to stop because I opposed this vehemently, if anyone ever figured it out it was all going to come back on me, I throught it was wrong and could kill the company. He said that we HAD do it because we “didn't” have the money.

JC burst into one of his trademark steroid rages and that ended anything beneficial that could've come from that conversation.

Not long after that, JC stopped sending out the checks and turned it over to some accounting firm in Vegas and some CPA named Katie was the main point of contact. I'm sure many reading this thread are familiar with her. This created a buffer between the company and the money. Again, I was only told about his after it happened. Not that I had a real problem with it, because I figured it would stop the shenanigans.

Once they had Katie in place, how it appeared to me, was if someone noticed they haven't been paid they would contact Katie and she would send the money, but I am guessing if you didn't notice, you just didn't get paid. If you do some searches on GFY, you will see what I'm talking about.

Another reason that I know that they don't pay affiliates is because I was one! When I originally joined the company they wanted me to send all of my traffic from my affiliate sites to them for free. I told them that there was no way in hell I was going to do that and I would just promote the competitors. So, they allowed me to be an affiliate, but getting my checks from them was always like pulling teeth.

Lastly, this didn't just apply to affiliates. There were many times when they just wouldn't deposit my salary. Sometimes I wouldn't notice until 2-3 payments.

Which leads me to this:

1. Katie is either the worst accountant in the world
2. Those guys are total crooks

So if you're asking me if I knew it was happening, I suspected by searching the threads on GFY and would always see affiliates complaining about missing payments and then all of a sudden the check would magically show up.

Again, this was me being stupid and naïve. Plus, there was so much money going around I didn't ask many questions about our financial status, but I never had our banking information, access to the accounting firm, and even had trouble getting my own payments both as an affiliate and a partner.

Things may have changed since they are with that other program, so I cannot comment, but I swear on my Jeff Hanneman guitar that every single word that you read above is true!

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I knew my post was going to cause a ruckus because my original one was filmed on periscope walking extremely drunk home from a bar. I wanted to chance to respond when I was more lucid and my words could shred like razors.

Just prior to booting me, the new business partner got in the thread and made sure to contribute his $.02, leaving him with the last word. Seeing as I can no longer refute his claims, I will do it here.

This is his response that I broke down:

I’ll be making one post regarding these false claims as this is a direct attack on my business and my partners.

OK.

Posting about hosting woes and cash flow issues that plagued the company in 2006 has no bearing on the state of the program or finances in 2016.

They must really suck, because apparently, you have an office full of people. I am one guy, and I was able to produce more traffic then you ever could. The network run under your tenure was nothing short of a straight descent into oblivion.

You were a full partner with an equal share for many years, you were issued a K1 for your tax returns each year

Yes, I was issued a K-1, but it was by Katie, who I trust about as far as I can throw a super-massive black hole.

The incompetence and greed of my former business partners and this CPA was best summed up by one of our subcontractors:

Invoice #1100 is over a month late again and I really have zero interest in following up on every single invoice I submit to you. I imagine your client has given you a directive to not pay these on time; there is absolutely no way you can be this bad at what you do. I have attached my latest invoice (#1122) which reflects a 10% late fee. Please be aware that I will increase that fee considerably the next time an invoice is one day late. The terms are, and always have been, Net 15 — I assume you know what that means. All work has been halted until I receive payment for both of these invoices. If that is the case, this would be second time the check “mysteriously” disappeared. The mail is bad, but not that bad.

Or there is this “mysterious” missing payment to our biggest affiliate Freeones:

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to say you were left in the dark about company finances is absurd. All partners receive a P&L by the 10th of the following month

Were you there Kenny? I never received a P&L statement EVER! Not on the 10th! Not quarterly, not fucking ever. The only time JC would ever bring out those P&L statements is when he was trying to sell the company and inflate the value on paper.

this was in place when I entered the company close to 3 years ago; there’s is no lack of transparency regarding finances.

I beg to differ. Just search GFY, you'll see the threads I'm talking about.

When I buy or buy into any company one of the first things I verify during my due diligence is that all affiliates are paid and current.

That's hilarious; I know affiliates right now, that I can log into their accounts and see money that hasn't been paid to them. One time Katie tried to stiff freeones for nearly $5000. Claiming it was another “mistake.” That's when I started to suggest that we fire her, but JC was dead set against it. They were obviously in cahoots. Trust me, buddy, there's “history, y” and there's “his story”. Just speaking from personal experience, don't be naïve.

Anytime a program isn’t paying their affiliates it doesn’t take long before threads are started and word spreads, by actual affiliates not disgruntle ex-partners 3 years after they’ve left the company.

That is because they skimmed cash like a well-oiled machine. I never received any of it. I think you can take a guess at who was pocketing it and all of a sudden showing up with brand-new $60,000 watches and new cars every few months.

OCCash was one of the largest interracial and black programs out there. Your racist social media antics, hate websites such as nignogs hosted on company servers and use of the N word all over

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See, you don't know me. I probably have more black friends than white friends. As true is that was in LA it's even truer here in Atlanta. We would call each other all kinds of nasty racial epithets, BUT IT WAS ALL IN GOOD FUN! I'm sure there a lot of people who did not understand it and in hindsight, we probably shouldn't have been doing it. The old password to the WIFI at the OC modeling office was ‘IHATENIGGERS‘. I wasn't the one who chose that, it was Sandra. I didn't set it up either.

industry forms caused TTBoy your content partner to cut all ties with the company

Ironically, just before you came on board JC and Morgan wanted to ditch TTboy and use all of Brian Pumper's content. Ironically, I was the sole dissenting voice, saying that we should stay loyal to TT.

and drove the business into the ground.

No, buddy, don't put your failings on me. On the day those idiots let me go the was same day Google Penguin hit, which I at least had the brains to see coming and got those morons to get all of the links they were selling on every page on all of our sites off. Some of them got banned for a brief time, but I was able to be Capt. save a hoe and fix-it. And as far as TT goes, as the years went on his content and and just got worse and worse. Selling that crap was harder than selling fire in hell!

Having the face of the company dressing up in black face isn’t the image anyone wants for their business.

It's a Holloween costume. And every time I did it I would go out with my black friends, Just to ensure nobody got their panties in a bunch

I’m sure your very public abuse of drugs and alcohol didn’t help matters, but it wasn’t the main reason for your partners buying you out.

For one, those douche bags knew precisely who was when they chose to get in business with me and two out of the for was bigger drug addicts than I could ever imagine being. If JC's nose fell off Columbia would go out of business!

As for the personal attacks, false claims

There were no false claims, just big buckets of truth soup. If you want to lay down with dogs, you are going to wake up with fleas. You will learn soon enough.

and physical threats;

There were no physical threats. Sandra and Nick Melilo both had the gall to take me to court and lost both times. If you knew me, I'm not a violent person.

those who know JC, Morgan, Nick, CJ and Sandra know you’re spouting hate and lies.

Hate, yes.

Lies, no.

Your constant barrage of accusations are unfounded making you look bitter and unstable.

“Bitter,” sure. I will take that. The unstable part came when they killed the goose that laid the golden egg and without which they wouldn't exist and I sacrificed everything to ensure those programs will succeed. Trust me, the brains behind those programs aren't you're stuck with, it was me. When I first started with those guys didn't even know what cross sale was

I’m not sure what you plan to accomplish with these type of threads, it’s been almost three years since you were bought out. I hope you get your life together, take responsibility for your actions and can move on and find some level of happiness and success.

Yeah, whatever — Go fuck yourself.

And lastly, since when did the porn business turned into a motherfucking moral majority? Jesus, this is all stupider beyond belief.

Feel free to leave comments, opinions, death threats or whatever you want I will approve them and respond to them accordingly!

JQ

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The Decline Part 2: Atlanta

First off, let me say, I am not some greedy motherfucker. In 2002 I was living in Atlanta in a $700/mo rat-hole apartment making $700,000 a year as an affiliate and happy as a clam. Moving to California to be part of some “big affiliate program” was a pay cut for me and an all-around disaster.

The Decline Part 2: Atlanta

 

Suffice it to say the people I chose to get in business with are worthless, talentless, dishonest, lazy pieces of shit who if they died today; I'd gladly piss on their graves tomorrow. Yes, that includes John “JC” Baumgartner, you are the biggest scammer I've ever met. Morgan Mcnerny, an actual case study that a steady diet of weed and pills causes severe brain damage. Morgan could be replaced by a $50/mo Filipino outsourcer, and nobody would know the difference. Sandra McCarthy, you look like a cross between a Motley Crue groupie and the siege at Waco, plus you run an illegal escort agency. Nick Melillo, don't forget, you were the one who asked me to save your failing program, and I succeeded. You and Sandra should look up the definition of the word “perjury” in the dictionary because you both did a lot of lying on the stand the five times I had to face you In court. I won both cases BTW. In case you are wondering, Sandra and Nick, filed a restraining order because I dropped a cocktail napkin folded like a paper airplane on my shoes. Chris Klimasz, I'm not sure what you do, but I hope you're happy with the outcome of the contract your partners forged your signature on.

A map of the US showing the drive from Los Angeles to Atlanta

Oh yeah, and there's “Kenny“. The guy who “brought me out” for a fraction of what the shares of my business were worth. I can't be that mad. I don't know you, so you are just some dumbass who fucked some strangers girlfriend, got her pregnant, and got stuck with her.

How is that working out?

These statistics are publicly available at Alexa.com. I remember when I was pushing 250k a day through this site. What happened?

filthfreaks-traffic-after-xxxjayAn excellent graph on this one! I'm so happy you found someone who can market to your crowd better than I can! LOLpornstar-platinum-after-xxxjay

I was forced from a partnership that generated millions of dollars (primarily from my contributions) because I was”too crazy” for porn. In truth, they thought they could do better with this “Kenny” joke. Just how do you get too crazy for porn anyway? That's like getting kicked out of Cypress Hill for smoking too much weed. You knew who I was before your decision to get in business with me. I was the same person for a whole decade and all of those millions of dollars we cut up. What you see is what you get! Now, all of a sudden I'm a problem? Add to that; I worked my ass off, while you tried to start side-project after side-project leaving me with the bulk of the work.

In this blog, I will spare the gory details. I have barely scratched the surface of their deceit. I messed up by being too trusting and not standing up for myself when I should have! I already know what you're thinking, this is idiotic you could get sued for this. Sue me, go ahead have at it. Before you do that, remembered you were the ones who salted my name to everyone in the industry for months. Then you made me sign papers to keep my mouth shut. Plus, I am getting sick of explaining the bullshit that went down in LA over the last 13 years.

The point is, I don't give a fuck. I left a lot of the juicy details out of this blog. If I were you, I would just take your lumps and leave me alone. I held a lot back on this post. If you want to fuck with me, I've got some GREAT dirt to spill and proof to back it up!

My only goal is to remind you that there is an actual human being, WHO USED TO BE YOUR FRIEND, who lost everything he's worked his whole life for you to succeed. YOUR GREED left me in a worse place than I've ever been in my life. I'm not a saint, and I'm not saying I didn't bring some of this on myself. But with that even being said, all of you motherfuckers we're doing the same exact things I was — in fact WORSE!

 

Fucking hypocrites!

 

I like to believe that karma exists, but it must be overbooked worse than the airlines. In any event, I hope by the time it catches up to you; it removes your reproductive organs so that your sub-human species can no longer pollute the human race with your lack of moral turpitude.

If anyone would care to contribute, I don't make Donald Trump money writing this blog.

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Thank you for letting me vent,
JQ