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
.

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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How I Got Into Dealing Drugs

Preamble: Quick note before I get started. Mom, Dad or anyone in my family reading this, please exit the browser now. The events detailed in this post were a long, long time ago. Sandra McCarthy don't get excited and try to drop dime again because I can hardly afford my own drugs these days, much less sell them.

As I had mentioned in my previous post, in moving back and forth across the country, coupled with a computer crash, and nerve damage, I thought I lost the raw 180 pages of “my glory days” from the first draft of the book.

Luckily, I searched my Gmail and found an email I had sent to myself from July of 2016, so I'm fairly sure, I have the whole thing again.

Bad old days, here we come!

Chapter 4: How I Got Into Dealing Drugs

“People don't sell drugs, drugs sell themselves.” – Chris Rock


Like porn, drug dealing was never anything I had considered doing for a living. It found me. Drugs were my chief source of income from the early to late 1990's.

I've always been a stoner. I smoked pot five or six times when I was 13 before I ever got high, but I loved it. When I lived in Connecticut, we'd get our parents to drop us off roller skating; then we would sneak out to the graveyard, smoke joints and play ice hockey. I can remember the first time I felt the effects and have been a committed stoner since.

At 18, one of the things I was looking forward to in Georgia was the vast difference in weed prices. In Connecticut, a quarter was $60 and not high quality. In Atlanta, a quarter of weed was $40 and slightly better.

There was a hitch, every year during the end of summer ATL would “go dry, ” and marijuana would be impossible to find. That July I moved there was the worst drought on record. Finding a nug would be like finding a brick of gold.

It was that bad.

Once I had my truck unpacked, my next order of business was scoring a bag. Crazy Chris called a few of his pot dealers, but everyone was out. That year, I can remember the police erecting billboards on the interstate stating, “you think it's dry this year, wait till next year” with a big marijuana leaf and international no sign.

 

I was frustrated and sober.

 

One of the first days in Atlanta, I was going to see where my mailbox was in my apartments, this older black guy in a car drove up and asked me if I was looking for weed. I responded, “Hell, yeah.” I had the cash; he took off his hat with a bunch of 1/8th bags rolled up in it and I bought one. He lived in my same apartment complex, gave me his number and said call him if I need more. I strutted back to my building with my first half-price Georgia dirt-weed. Everyone was dumbfounded “the new guy” could find weed, where the locals had failed.

Within an hour I am back at his apartment scoring a bag for Crazy Chris and then a few hours later, for Chris's friends, who I didn't even know. I started making 3 or 4 runs per day to the dealers' place. For a few days, I got the sacks for people without making a profit other than they'd smoke me out or give me a joint. As the week went on, people kept calling, so I proactively bought an ounce. I figured I could sell three-quarters and get my weed free. After another week I started making a lot of “new friends” because I was the only guy who could score weed. Eventually, knowing that business was incoming. I bought 2 ounces, two became 3, and soon I'd moved up to a “QP” (quarter pound).

 

Without knowing it, I had become a drug dealer.

 

I had a few “regular” quote jobs too. I worked at UPS for a while unloading trucks. I also used to work for my friend “Johnny Cold Beer” installing carpet. I will save those debacles for another chapter, as they were adventures in themselves.

Between working, selling drugs, partying and my girlfriend Beverly that had just moved up from Connecticut, I had my hands full. I never went to many classes at school and dropped out in the first quarter. I already knew some pretty advanced music theory just from years of reading guitar magazines, so everything at school was a refresher.

 

dave from distemper

 

While I was working at UPS, I met this guy Spencer who had a similar side hustle. He had a better connection than the guy at my apartment building, so together, we graduated from “QPs” to pounds.

Some guys from Kentucky tried to stick us with a few pounds of really moldy dirt weed with maggots and it during the dry spell the second summer. We told them we didn't want this shit, and they could have it back. They refused, Spencer knew one of them had a big grow operation in the back of his house, so one October morning after work, just as it was time for harvest, we went to his greenhouse and chopped down all the flowering weed. We cruised down Peachtree Industrial Highway in rush hour traffic with marijuana plants darting out of every orifice and Spencer's compact car. Keep in mind; this was long before the tolerant medical marijuana years; this was 1991 Georgia: In the eyes of the law, we were carrying a life sentence in Reidsville State Penitentiary.

 

Not long after I quit UPS.

 

Besides from working with Johnny a bit from time to time, I never had a “real job” again.

After a while, I lost touch with Spencer and was introduced to “Hippy John.” John was involved at a higher-level than Spencer. He was arranging shipments of hundreds of pounds of weed from Mexico. He became my new connection, and I was his right-hand man. We dominated the ATL spot market by having “mids,” which was HQ weed but not as expensive as hydroponic, and far better than the cheaper Mexican dirt weed. The best thing about “mids” was they had the highest profit margin and demand.

By 1995, Dick Delicious wanted to play a lot more shows out-of-town, so I wanted to solidify my income. I had a truck that I barely drove so I sold it for $3000 and picked up 3 ounces of the blow. I didn't know if I'd have any luck selling it, but within 48 hours the cocaine was gone, and I was re-upping. I don't like cocaine that much, so I made for a good coke dealer.

Say what you want about the morality of dealing drugs, but many people have asked me how I got so “good at business.”

 

I learned it by selling drugs.

 

From my stint as a drug dealer, I can do even relatively complex math calculations in my head. For example, if I bought X per ounce of blow then I could Break it up into to X, Y and Z at know what the profits were from each. Selling drugs is a service industry, and a big part of it was just available and in stock.

For a brief time, I tried to sell ecstasy because coke clients often wanted ecstasy as well. What I've noticed is cocaine cancels ecstasy out. You just stopped rolling (that's no fun). I found myself buying a hundred pills and giving 80 of them away to chicks at parties when I was rolling my face-off. I was a shitty ecstasy dealer, so I didn't mess with it long.

The funny thing was for all the drugs I've dealt the only trouble I ever got into was for personal possession. While I was in jail, Hippy John kept supplying my girlfriend with the mids, so I never missed a beat.

When I got out of prison, I briefly considered going straight and getting a real job, but the problem with being a convicted felon on probation is no one wants to hire you. So I jumped back into drugs with both feet, this time with the threat of probation looming over my head.

I went another two years or so slanging hard, during this period that my Internet porn career was starting to take flight. I eventually approached my suppliers and told them that I wanted to get out of the game because I was making more money legally. Because I had always been trustworthy, paid cash, and could move product — they didn't want me to leave. So they made me an offer I couldn't refuse.

 

No, it wasn't a death threat.

 

They offered to make my life easier! They set me up, so all I would have to was pick up an enormous amount about once per month. I had three guys, I could trust, so I immediately split it up between them. When 30 days or so would pass I would collect my money, restock, rinse and repeat.

Finally, I decided to move to California. I went to my suppliers and told them I was out of the business and this time I meant it. To placate them I made the introduction to the two guys that I had distributing for me, thereby cutting myself out as the middleman. To this day, they are still in the game, as far as I know.

Now with that out-of-the-way, I had a few more loose ends to tie up. I had this big envelope full of cash in my room. To be honest, I never counted it, but I assumed it contained something like $2000 or $3000. My girlfriend and I had mostly used it as drinking money when we went out to bars. The night before I was counting it and my estimate were way off! There was over $20,000 that envelope. I had heard of the crime of structuring deposits (anything over $10,000 must be reported to the IRS). So we took the money and deposited it $5000 at a time into separate ATMs.

 

I never got caught.

 

Ever since then, I've been a buyer, not a retailer.

And that was how I got into dealing drugs.

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

At Least I’m Not Mike South

If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not seek revenge? – William Shakespeare

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At Least I'm Not Mike South

 

In my last post, I initially made the mistake of linking to a blog written by Mike South.

Who is Mike South you might ask?

Don't worry about it; he's a nobody.

When I have the sporadic thought of suicide, I just remind myself that I could have been born Mike South, and I go on to live another day.

The post was regarding “Dave” from the Luxury Companion. Guess who I got a call from last night?

Dave from TLC.

Dave was very cordial, and we cleared the air about past misunderstandings. There was no discussion of his “legal troubles” (which have been widely misreported by Mr. South) and we mostly bonding discussion over our mutual hatred of Sandra McCarthy and the rest of The Gay Mafia currently controlling the mortally wounded porn business.

Mike South's post correct. I would link you over to his blog, but I don't want your IQ to drop. Last night, I buried the hatchet with Dave, and we both realized we would've made better friends than “enemies,” had the cards played out differently.

It doesn't matter to me if he was or wasn't pimping out girls behind my back that isn't his problem.

According to Mike South, that's his vocation.

My problem is unknowingly being the head of a Rico-sized prostitution empire run by Sandra McCarthy.

 

Sandra McCarthy Prostitution

 

Sandra McCarthy: Human Sex Trafficer

 

They say don't do the crime if you can't do the time. It's also said crime pays, but if you are not receiving any of that delicious tax-free human trafficking money, this slogan isn't true either.

When I write, people pay attention. I don't need to spam GFY with links to set traps for the trolls. That's all I was using GFY for anyways, until they banned me. That is going to hurt thier Alexa rank for sure, which is already pretty bad. Unlike, Mike South, I don't put a robots.TXT file to block my posts from being indexed in archive.org to deny I posted something.

I speak my mind, and I own what I say. I don't take posts down.

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Mike South has the unmitigated audacity to call himself a “blogger,” plagiarize my posts and then go on to criticize me public forums as he did with Lemmy post. I never said Lemmy was my best friend. I merely shared stories from the last two decades I've known Lem.

Here is a screenshot of Mike's post, do you notice any similarities to mine:

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My 2-hour conversation with Dave and AdulyFTY.com / GeneRossIsBack / “Seo Guy”(LOL) Internet Terrorist Donny Long was rather entertaining. Apparently, Sandra McCarthy was supposedly trying to make use of Dave's “political connections” with judges to obtain a search warrant for the police to raid my house because I was “dealing cocaine”. With certainty, if she had been telling Dave to drop dime on me, there is no doubt in my mind she was doing it herself and having others do it.

That is how much of a CUNT Sandra McCarthy is. Since we are on the topic, let's get a few facts straight.

1. The mass exodus of porn girls from 101 talent was main reason Sandra wanted to squeeze me out. She saw the opportunity to double roster. Why split twice the money three people instead of 2?

2. Sandra falsely alleged that I was a Coke dealer. Was I a big cocaine dealer? No. Would the cops have found cocaine at my house, had they decided to raid it? Maybe. There might have been some baggies in the “drug pockets” of jeans I washed or half empty bag sitting in a drawer somewhere I'd forgotten about. That was three years ago. In a community with a median age of 60 and a very active neighborhood watch, they would have nailed me by now. The cops never came to call. Do you know why? Simple, because I wasn't selling cocaine!

Here's the catch: Let's say the police had found a minuscule amount of devils dandruff I'd forgotten? That would be enough to force me out of the partnership, rather than buy me out. If I was the big cocaine dealer that she claimed, wouldn't I still be living up in that beautiful house in the Hollywood hills, instead of homeless in Atlanta? Which brings me to my next point of contention….

3. Sandra McCarthy told everyone in the porn business I was bought out for $250,000. That is an out-and-out lie. I will swallow my pride and tell you the exact amount I was “bought out” of OC Modeling for $32,000. Yes, you read that right, that wasn't a typo: $32,000. You can get on food stamps and make more. Let's remember; the agency didn't earn money for the first three years. While Sandra bungled her way through the first original partnerships and just clung on like a dingleberry in the part of your asshole that you can't wipe, and trashed talked people out of their jobs which grew the business like Phil Mac; Sanda usurped the throne by attrition. If you did the math, technically I lost money. And that doesn't include checks never mailed to me for falsely endorsed and deposited in other bank accounts via Katie's creative accounting process.

4. Sandra McCarthy claims to have come into the porn business through her experience as a “mainstream talent agent.” That is another lie. When she left her job working in a custom closet company and continued to fail miserably at running a porn agency until Phil Mack got things into full swing, I covered her rent, expenses and supported her family while patiently waiting for the business to turn a profit. Her name was not on the bond, nor was John Baumgardner. That was me.

5. Anything you email to [email protected] or from that email address is BCC'ed to John Baumgartner. Yes, that's right. Sandra McCarthy isn't even the real owner of OC Modeling. She is nothing more than a patsy for JC, who is the real president.

Okay Sandra, since you like to have fun getting the attention of the police: Two can play that game. This blog has a lot of loyal readers, and they are growing every day.

Let's have a little bit of fun.

If anyone would like to report an illegal prostitution ring run in Chatsworth California this is the address of the offices:

OC Modeling Los Angeles Main Office:
22024 Lassen Street
Suite 114
Chatsworth, Ca. 91311
(818) 626-9550

Here are some links to law enforcement would take an interest in Sandra McCarthy's prostitution empire:

Chatsworth Police Department
810 G I Maddox Pkwy,
Chatsworth, GA 30705
Phone:(706) 695-9667

Los Angeles County resources:

Human Trafficking Section
http://www.lapdonline.org/detective_bureau/content_basic_view/51926

Gaming, Bookmaking, Pornography, Prostitution
251 E. 6th St, Rm 332
Los Angeles, CA. 90014
213-972-2500

Officer-in-Charge

Kelly Mulldorfer
Detective Support and Vice Division
213-972-2500
Email: [email protected]

Vice Division (VD) is responsible for collecting, recording, maintaining, and disseminating intelligence data a major organized criminal enterprise within and affecting the City of Los Angeles. The Vice section concentrates on the enforcement of vice activities such as gaming, bookmaking, pornography, and prostitution. – http://www.lapdonline.org/detective_bureau/content_basic_view/1987

I've thought about it, but I have never reported any of Sandra McCarthy's illegal activities to the police. I don't believe in getting law-enforcement involved with anything. My new daily goal is to make her spend her life inside the confines of a State penitentiary.

In the event, the police are paid off, which I have often believed that they are. With companies like LADirect and Oc Modeling flagrantly operating out in the open for so many years you'd think they would've eventually gotten the attention of law enforcement? You never know, we might get lucky, this is an election year. The office located within proximity to public schools and other areas that wouldn't want this kind of activity.

If the are police paid off, I would happily pass the baton over to the criminals.

Prostitution is a cash business. Though it has been some years since I was in that office, Sandra would always stash the cash in the file cabinets on the left side of the main room. Of course, that was three years ago. Surely, she can't be stupid enough to be still stashing the cash in a rental office with minimal or no security, but this is Sandra McCarthy we are talking about. If no money can be found there, Your next best bet would be to jack one of the model houses or catch one of their employees in the parking lot when they usually leave the office between 8 PM and 11 PM. She perjured herself in court, saying, “Jason Quinlan has a gun and is dangerous.” Which couldn't be further from the truth, as I've stated in previous blogs I am an advocate of gun control. So I'm assuming she isn't packing, but I can't confirm that.

I am not going to cross the line and post personal information, but if the police don't want to handle it, use Spokeo.com: Search anybody by name, e-mail address, phone number, online username or even friends in your address book and instantly return lots of info.

In case you haven't noticed, this blog was originally supposed to be a re-accounting of my glory days. I haven't even gotten to the good stuff like why I have Jeff Hanneman's guitar, the incident with Oliver Stone, and how I tried to shut the ocean off.

I have only been able to post a few of those stories from the 200-page manuscript I already have written, and have opted to use this blog as a platform to dish out massive bowls of truth-soup against my enemies.

I am homeless, have a pinched nerve which makes it likely I can't play guitar ever again without surgery I cannot afford.

I have chosen to go out with guns blazing. No justice, no peace, no quarter from my enemies.

In case you haven't noticed: I don't give a fuck about anything.

I'm not drinking to excess or on drugs.

That makes me more of a threat and hopefully a better writer.

Thank you for your time.

If you would like to help me keep writing so I don't have to keep sneaking into Starbucks for WIFI and can actually order of Mocha Frapuccino, donations are always appreciated!

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Sandra McCarthy and OC Modeling: Who Will Pimp Your Bitches Now?

Sandra McCarthy / OC Modeling: Who Will Pimp Your Bitches Now?

Again, I don't mean to keep rehashing the same bullshit, but sometimes this blog writes itself. I caught this today in my Facebook feed a blog.

Dave From The Luxury Companion Gets 5 to 10 Year Sentence

http://www.mikesouth.com/mike-south-commentary/dave-from-the-luxury-companion-gets-5-to-10-year-sentence-13777/

For those of you who are unfamiliar with porn politics, “Dave from the Luxury Companion” is the quintessential “El Chapo” of pimping out porno bitches for illegal prostitution. If the Prince of Dubai wanted to order up the latest “it girl” in porn: Who is the guy to call? Want to obtain some hookers anywhere across state lines or internationally? Who did Sandra McCarthy go to when her rinky-dink porno agency couldn't make ends meet booking legitimate work?

That's right…

Dwight Cunningham (aka “Dave From The Luxury Companion”) and is an accomplice “Karen”!

Look, I am not some preachy Christian do-gooder motherfucker. I have no problem profiting from crime, in fact, that will be the subject of an upcoming blog post. From my late teens to my mid-20s, I openly admit I supplemented my income selling drugs.

That's my problem, I'm honest, even to a fault. I play in a “sex, drugs, and poop” comedy metal band.

I get it. It makes me an easy mark.

As for prostitution, I have no problem with it. I think it should be legal. Where I do take issue is when the company that I am holding the bond for is pimping out bitches behind my back, and not reaping the monetary rewards. That's right, if I am unknowingly be taking part in a Rico-sized prostitution ring I should at least be receiving some of the proceeds?

Right?

Even though I was a partner in OC Modeling, one of the main reasons Sandra never wanted me at the office is because she would be forced to break bread and give up a some of that sweet tax-free money they have coming through their greedy hands.

And Sandra McCarthy likes to say, “that Jason Quinlan never held the bond for OC Modeling” and I would like to state on equivocally Sandra McCarthy is full of shit.

Most importantly, to keep the bond for a talent agency it is required that you own property in the state of California. John Baumgartner was a resident of Las Vegas Nevada. Sandra didn't own ANY property and as far as I know still doesn't.

How is OCModeling “bonded” anyway?

 

What would've happened if Sandra had gotten caught running her her illegal prostitution ring in the two years I held the bond? I would have been arrested and forfeited my two point two million dollar house, which wound up happening anyways because of you greedy motherfuckers.

And you know what's worse?

1. At the time I wasn't aware of I was at the head of a massive prostitution ring, but I suspected it.

2. I never received any profit from OCModeling's illegal activities.

I knew it was happening. Do you know how I know? On several occasions, I sent my friends up (gratis “pimp fees”) with hookers from OCM!

I know, (Jay) stop playing the victim and blaming everyone else: You are a drug addict!

Spare me the lecture.

If any of you OC Modeling, ATM LA, or LA Direct fuck-wads want to see a drug addict or complete slimeball you need not do more look in the fucking mirror!

I know you think I've lost my voice in the industry just because you had me banned from GFY for exposing Pornstar Platinum's creative accounting practices. People still look at my Twitter and Facebook. It won't take long before this post is all over the internet.

And in closing, I gave the better part of a decade of my life to ensure you assholes success. Sandra and Nick Melillo, you didn't put down a fucking dime to ride the coattails and then had the unmitigated gall to sue me over a wet napkin! Make no mistake about it that's exactly what you fucking did. I take your confidentiality agreement and fart in your general direction.

Just like you don't give a fuck about throwing me under the bus because I was some kind of “liability”. For Christ sakes, we are talking about the fucking porn industry!

PS: I've read the blog comments and the GFY threads. I need to stop harping on this and move on with my life because karma will get you in the end.

I'm fueling karma with a nutritious bowl of truth soup, so it doesn't take longer than the Nazi hunters to find Adolf Eichmann hiding in Argentina.

Here's to the decimation of your pathetic asses!

It's not like I make money writing this. I have two sneak into
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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