And who didn’t see this coming?

Kyle Rittenhouse.

He’s going to be famous for some time. At this time, it appears that young Kyle is a high school drop out, not possessed of a sterling intellect, a wanna-be Marine/Fireman/Policeman who has now entered a brand new phase of his life: soon-to-be-convicted murderer.

If he gets good enough legal representation, he may skate on murder in the first degree, but he has an uphill climb to do that. He was unlawfully in possession of a firearm (Kyle is 17 years old and strutting around town with an AR is legal nowhere at all except maybe Mogadishu). He traveled a fair distance to be at the scene of riotous behavior – in other words, he went out of his way to get there. He apparently announced in speech and in writing that he was headed to Kenosha to “defend/protect property”, exactly none of which belonged to him. All of this speaks to a certain level of planning and premeditation, and premeditation is a key element in the charge of murder in the 1st degree.

Kyle’s facebook and other social media accounts were widely captured before they were shut down. In these various accounts, Kyle appears dressed as GI Joe, a police cadet (he may/may not have been enrolled in a cadet program in some jurisdiction) and is fully suited up as a fireman. And then there’s THE picture of him, holding onto a S&W M&P rifle (that’s the Smith & Wesson version of an AR-15) wearing some shoes that you gotta see to believe.

Dude, really? Where does someone even go to find such… interesting footwear.Based on his fashion sensibilities, he may try for the insanity defense.

Kyle is an all too predictable outcome of the street calculus that is being acted out right now. Naughty people are doing everything in their power to provoke a response from the police. To the surprise of no thinking person, a wannabe cop shows up and responds to the provocation. There is a massive amount of “information static” surrounding what happened to and around Kyle before he started pulling his trigger. There are reports of him getting smacked in the back of the head by a skateboard, there are numerous witnesses stating that he was being rushed by people who intended him harm. There are reports that one or more of these personages may have been in possession of openly displayed firearms, which will be a key element in any case made for self-defense.

It is in poor taste to observe that he was able to simply get up and walk away from the scene, which is a sort of a left handed complimentary testimony to the benefits of having superior fire power. Had the Antifaoids been better organized (and after this, I believe they will be), they would have descended on this kid and eaten him alive.

But getting back to his upcoming trial, he will be tried as an adult, I suspect the state will go for murder in the first degree, but they will also charge him with murder in the second degree, manslaughter, assault inflicting grievous bodily injury, attempted murder, various weapons charges, etc., etc. After his conviction, he will then be carted off to some prison where his asshole will be widened considerably. No doubt about it, he is gonna be someone’s wife.

It’s a shame someone didn’t take a hard look at him, ask him how old he was and send him home. But, to our knowledge, no one did (which is perhaps understandable given the total chaos that was going on around him). Several lives would be on different trajectories right now if he had been escorted back to his car and told to beat it.

 

Of course you can’t breathe…

From the POWERLINE BLOG:

At 7:30 p.m. on May 31, 2020, prosecutors “met” online with Dr. Andrew Baker, Chief Medical Examiner of Hennepin County, to discuss Floyd’s toxicology report.

So there they were, staring at the just-received and damning toxicology report that blew to smithereens the whole prosecution theory that the police had killed Floyd. To their undoubted dismay, Dr. Baker, the chief medical examiner, had to concede that at 11 ng/mL, Floyd had “a fatal level of fentanyl under normal circumstances.” He also conceded that the fentanyl overdose “can cause pulmonary edema,” a frothy fluid build-up in the lungs that was evidenced by the finding at autopsy that Floyd’s lungs weighed two to three times normal weight.

This is consistent with Officer Kueng’s observation at the scene that Floyd was foaming at the mouth and, as found at autopsy, that his lungs were “diffusely congested and edematous.”

In other words, like a drowned man, Floyd’s lungs were filled with fluid. And that was the obvious and inescapable reason why Floyd kept shouting over and over again that he couldn’t breathe even when he was upright and mobile.

The memorandum ends with Dr. Baker’s devastating conclusion that “if Floyd had been found dead in his home (or anywhere else) and there were no other contributing factors he [Dr. Baker] would conclude that it was an overdose death.”

It is quite telling that this explosively exculpatory June 1 memorandum was not released by the prosecution until August 25, 2020. All of which prompts these questions:

First, why did the prosecution wait three months to release this memorandum?

Second, if the prosecution had released this information in a timely fashion, would that have helped to quell the anti-police outrage that has fueled the nationwide orgy of rioting and looting?

Third, in light of Floyd’s toxicology results and the medical examiner’s assessment that Floyd’s fentanyl overdose caused him to essentially drown in his own bodily fluid, why haven’t the charges against all of the police defendants been dropped?

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I think we all know why the charges aren’t being dropped. The loud & stupid would lose their loud & stupid minds and burn down the rest of Minneapolis… unless the required amount of force was brought to bear to put a stop to them. So far, no political will to act has been observed in Minneapolis.

I went for a ride

The world is an irksome place right now. The United States is just crawling with low intelligence high volume morons who seem to be upset that they aren’t allowed to rob, steal, rape and plunder at their leisure. As of this time, it is still unlawful for good, upstanding citizens to drop these miscreants on sight, so I did the only thing I could do.

I dropped the top and went for a ride.

The best therapy is convertible therapy.

I have questions

Sponge Cake. What sort of sponges does one use? I’m here to tell you, I have tried five or six different brands of sponges (including that Mr Clean Magic Eraser thing, but isn’t EXACTLY a sponge, but it’s close) and they all tasted absolutely terrible.

If anyone can give me some tips on how to make an edible sponge cake, my neighbor’s dog will thank you.

And nothing has been learned

And so we do it again…

Atlanta, Georgia. Drunk, passed out behind the wheel in a drive through line at a fast food restaurant. OF COURSE THE COPS WERE CALLED.

Cops show up and the drunk wants to fight two agents of the state who really would love to be somewhere else right now.

Because these agents of the state are not putting their all into the fight, the drunk grabs one officer’s taser and takes off for the hills.

Chase is given to the combative moron, who turns and fires the taser at his pursuer (oddly, the media didn’t seem to show that part of the bystander footage).

Having been fired upon… you’re dead.

This is so fucking simple that it defies credulity that this happens over and over and over again: DO NOT PUT YOURSELF IN A POSITION OF CONFLICT WITH THE COPS.

Steve Sailer sums it all up very nicely in one of his posts, the zeroeth amendment to the Constitution of the United States: Congress shall make no law requiring a black man to be arrested if he’s just not in the mood to be arrested.

Yeah… funny how this just keeps happening. Gonna be a long summer, I think.

Joggers and other knaves

So let’s get down to it. Our “betters” in the national media have stories they want to tell. The term “narrative” is bandied about quite a bit. Facts that do not advance the narrative are simply left out of the coverage. If you are some busy person who has 10 minutes a day for a quick update/refresher on what’s going on in the world you are getting ROYALLY FUCKED, HARD, by the people who run 99% of the newspapers and TV news in the world (sadly, this problem is most assuredly not confined to the United States).

So I am gonna touch on three stories that are currently being used (and they are indeed being used in the truest sense of the verb) by the media to whip up a frenzy, seed more trouble (thereby perpetuating the story cycle) and most importantly, sell more newspaper ads, TV commercials, and enhance their revenue – which is the true bottom line here. They will throw anybody to the wolves if they can make a dollar out of it.

Story One: Ahmed/Ahmaud Arbery – Ahmed is was a convicted felon. He had a history of running when he was accosted. He had a history of carrying a firearm. The Atlanta Journal-Constitution is well aware of “Maude’s” (his nom de rue) prior history. The man who shot “Maude” had participated in arresting Maude on a prior occasion and was well familiar with Maude’s background – to wit: Maude carries a gun and likes to run. Perhaps, just maybe, you may begin to understand why several agencies investigated the apprehension of Maude and declined to prosecute. The “jogger” story was an invention by one Lee Merritt, the attorney who is representing the deceased felon’s family. Much can be read about Mr Merritt elsewhere. Sadly, the lies spread by the local newspaper have already triggered one mental defective into a shooting spree in Arizona.

Story Two: “Central Park Karen” – the lady with the unleashed dog makes panicked call to 911, breathlessly says an African American Male is threatening her. We’ve all seen this one. Amy Cooper (AKA forever more KAREN) had her dog off a leash in an area that was posted as requiring dogs to be leashed. The media has presented a story of Black Man asks White Lady to leash dog, she freaks out, calls 911 and reports “African American Male is threatening me”. Sweet Jesus, you all say, what the hell is up this bitch’s backside? Well, apparently there is MORE to the STORY… What did the media leave out? This is from Christian Cooper’s Facebook Page:

“ME: Ma’am, dogs in the [Bramble] have to be on the leash at all times. The sign is right there.

“HER: The dog runs are closed. He needs his exercise.”

“ME: Look, if you’re going to do what you want, I’m going to do what I want, but you’re not going to like it.

HER: What’s that?

ME [to the dog]: Come here, puppy!

“HER: He won’t come to you.”

“ME: We’ll see about that… I pull out the dog treats I carry for just such intransigence. I didn’t even get a chance to toss any treats to the pooch before Karen scrambled to grab the dog.

“HER: DON’T YOU TOUCH MY DOG!!!!!”

Who is Christian Cooper? Why he’s the African American male that was the subject of the 911 call. The whole business of him trying to get her dog in his grasp has somehow magically been left out of the story. I suspect that might change the tone of the story and not sell quite as many ads? By the way, KAREN (Amy Cooper) has been placed on “administrative leave” from her job AND her dog has been taken from her. (note: that all parties in this story have the same last name, which nicely adds to the confusion)

Story Three: George Floyd – Suddenly this guy’s history has fucking dis-a-ppeared (edit: I now have more info about the late Mr Floyd’s criminal history – adding to the bottom of this post). Therefore, I suspect he has extensive priors. According to the AJ-C (see above), George was convicted of armed robbery during a home invasion in 2007. What we know is that he matched a description given out on a forgery in progress call. When he was hailed by the police, he decided to fight. Let’s repeat that, shall we? He decided he wanted to play Billy Badass and fight the cops. It is worth noting that George is being described as “a gentle giant” by his former associates. This means he was a big dude. It ended with Billy, I mean George, face down, handcuffed, with a knee on his neck and he got dead. Who got George dead? George got George dead. Imagine George saying something like “Officer, I believe this is a case of mistaken identity, but I shall cooperate with you until we can get this situation rectified.” George would still be alive. But George wanted to fight, and George is dead. Now Minneapolis is gonna endure all sorts of BULLSHIT simply because a convicted felon decided to play tough guy, got his ass handed to him, and now the professional race-baiters and their friends in the media see an opportunity to make some money.

So the next time you read a story in a newspaper, or see some clip on the evening news and you feel filled with a sense of towering outrage… odds are you have been played. There’s damn near ALWAYS something that is critical to why events progressed the way they did, and the media is deliberately leaving that information out.

George Floyd –

  • 1998 – Theft using a firearm
  • 2002 – possession of cocaine
  • 2004 – possession of cocaine
  • 2005 – possession of cocaine
  • 2005 – armed home invasion (this one is pretty nasty, he pressed a gun into the stomach of a pregnant woman – the home owner, to ensure her compliance
  • 2020 – Attempted to pass a counterfeit bill to pay for goods, this leads to a 911 call where the caller states Mr Floyd is acting in an erratic fashion, his autopsy will ultimately reveal that he is under the influence of fentanyl and methamphetamines.

 

Less Random Thoughts @ 1:52 AM

I read an interesting article this evening that predicts imminent martial law in the United States. By imminent, we’re talking within the next two weeks. The thrust of the article was “go right now to where you want to be for the next two to three months, because that is where you will be staying”.

Coincidentally, this morning I was speaking to a family member who has an offspring in the USMC. He advised his father that it is fairly likely interstate travel may be restricted in short order. That raises some interesting issues for folks with far flung families and people who live near state lines.

As an example, there is a town not too far from where I am sitting right now that does a great deal of business with folks from our neighboring state. Simply put, the nearest Wal Mart to these out-of-staters  is located in this state. If you go to the shopping center that this Wally World is in, easily a full third of the license tags in that parking lot are from the other side of the border. If the border is closed, do they then get to drive an extra hour to buy their ration of toilet paper and frozen chicken?

There is yet another town not too far away at all from where I am sitting right now that has the state line running directly through its middle. If a resident of this town wants to mail a letter and the post office is across the invisible line, do they get to drive to Nexttownover to mail it? And what if the fire station or police department is on one side of the border and a bandit starts a fire on the other side? There are gonna be a SHIT TON of details to work out over this state line thing.

If your elderly parent/grandparents/aunts/uncles live in Florida (as an example) and have a stroke, fall down and break that hip, or lose their spouse, will their be some form of compassionate relief to allow folks from elsewhere to get there to help out in this time of need? Again, gonna be a SHIT TON of details to work through here.

This is going to be an interesting year for anyone graduating from school at any level. Graduation ceremonies, proms, senior class events, etc. are all canceled. Final exams are likely going to be problematic as well, so anyone with marginal grades that was looking to cram for that final to try to pull their grade up is well & truly fucked. Those pictures of Junior in cap and gown posing with proud mom and dad will not be taken in 2020.

Amazon has already announced they are prioritizing shipping of merchandise based on category. So if you want to get the kids an X-Box to keep them entertained, you might be out of luck here. Amazon says they are focusing on shipping baby products (because babies just don’t care, they will keep on turning baby food to yellow poop) health and household goods, beauty and personal care, groceries, industrial and scientific products, and pet supplies. So They will send out Q Tips, soup, dog food, diapers, lip stick and light bulbs, but the other stuff… maybe not so much. So the point is, if there is something you think you might want, right now would be a good time to get it.

If the power goes out, there will be trouble.

Of course, there’s always a bright side to things:

 

Random Thoughts @ 1:44 AM

Optimistic thinking:

“We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.” – Orson Welles

Realistic thinking:

“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.” – Hunter S. Thompson

True insight:

“What kind of rat bastard psychotic would play that song- right now, at this moment?” – Hunter S. Thompson

I ain’t got nobody, says Big Fat Man Baby.

As the song says:

I ain’t got nobody
Nobody, nobody cares for me, nobody, nobody
I’m so sad and lonely
Sad and lonely, sad and lonely

Jogvan, du har nogle meget smukke læber.

Oh Faroe, you silly boy, that simply isn’t true.

No one likes you on any platform. You are a nasty, vile piece of work all the way down to the dark and malodorous core of your being.

N, R, P 95 99 100

I am just gonna drop this here as a reference guide to people who are confounded by letters and numbers.

N series masks (N – NOT oil resistant)

R series masks (Resists oil)

P series masks (oil “Proof”)

That’s what the letters are about, and that’s all they are about – their ability to filter out oil based contaminates in the air.

95 series masks – removes 95% of particles 0.3 microns or larger

99 series masks – removes 99% of particles 0.3 microns or larger

100 series masks – removes 99.97% of particles 0.3 microns or larger (This is HEPA level filtration)

Right now, N-95 masks are probably on back order at your local drug store due to the Chinese War Virus of 2020. Keep in mind that masks are used by industries other than Health Care, and masks can be found in some places that may not occur to you at first blush. Also keep in mind that N-95 masks are the minimum recommended effective face mask. The 99s and 100s, the R series and P series will all work as well as an N-95, albeit at a slightly higher price.

Wash your hands and keep them away from your face. Old advice, but it’s still true.

 

Some things NEVER change

The BigFatManBaby from Denmark’s Lost Colony now makes his home on dlive.tv, at least as of this writing. Let’s take a look at how the King is doing, shall we?

Of special interest is the chat window:

You are a mod. You are not a mod. You are a mod. You are not a mod.

While I was taking this screen shot, a user with a l337 name came in and stated that Faroe was, in his opinion, unfit to shine his shoes. Faroe reacted with his usual cheer and good humor by questioning his visitor’s parentage, sexual orientation, general intelligence and cognitive awareness. Methinks Faroe will be looking for a new home in fairly short order.

It is good to know that in our topsy-turvy universe, some things remain immutable constants.

You are 50% banned

Well…

There is an end to everything, to good things as well.

I like trolling stuffed shirts. I always have and I suspect I always will. Letting some air out of a human gasbag is fulfilling in a basic and fundamental way that just makes me feel good all down around my nether regions. It fills my bowels with happiness and joy, as Confucius probably didn’t say, but he should have.

I have been trolling certain individuals literally for years, going back across VL, BlogTV and YahooLive. I have determined that these certain individuals require trolling, much like a plant needs sunlight. Without regular and comprehensive trolling, they begin to wither and get boring, and if there is one thing I detest, it’s boring (except when I have to go see a doctor). So last week, while on my appointed rounds, I made an error. I was visiting one of my regulars and rattling their cage good and hard. I had looked at the chatter list and I saw a name that we all know and despise. This person is widely considered to be one of Cram’s anonymous site moderators and usually when I see that user ID, I just go one my way because it is better to run away and live to troll another day… but for reasons mysterious and inexplicable, I made a run right into the big, fat ego of my target and made them quite angry. Apologies were demanded, I responded with insults, then rage and angst were expressed, I responded with levity and yet more insults. All in all, a very happy troll session for myself and I left laughing when I got kicked from the channel.

The next morning, the bill came due. “Guest Access Denied” and my very own IP address attached thereto. That I was guest banned shortly after trolling a certain person while the ManBearPig was in the channel is unlikely to be a coincidence.

I have spoken to some of the OG of Ivlog, and they pretty say the same thing: You are now “half-banned” and you are going to be closely monitored until they can finish the job.

I agree with their assessment. I have seen other people lose guest access and invariably they are completely banned within a month or so. So this past Friday I did my final broadcast on the Ivlog. I will be missed by ones of people, but they know where to find me if they need a discount colonoscopy or an earwax scraping. I will still drop in once a week to watch one show done by an old friend, as I always log in for that show in any event. I suspect that show will now attract an “invisible viewer” on a regular basis, as I am certain she is quite eager to finish me off before her expiration date is reached.

An asshat by any other name

Some sites call them Operators. Some sites call them Moderators. Regardless of the title, asshats are gonna asshat, and you know I’m right. Two folks in particular have distinguished themselves recently in the realm of asshattery (asshatedness?) and they really deserve special mention for their round-the-clock devotion to being ill-natured douche bags.

Sm0keyjoint (the current spelling) is a well known buttmunch from the Frozen North who has an irrational fear and loathing of all things GuestNation. I have personally witnessed this obnoxious drug addict systematically clear out entire guest sections of chat rosters, and when asked why he did that, states “I don’t like guests.” So much for that “Canada Kind” myth, eh? If you enter any channel as a guest and this fugitive from a rehab center is a mod/operator, you are in between the rock and the hard place. Type something that he decides he doesn’t like and you are toast. Don’t type anything and… you are also toast. I can only assume that when Sm0key was a wee lad, a guest must have touched him in a bad place and now Smokey is getting his righteous vengeance.  Or, he’s an asshole. I’m going with “He’s an asshole”.

The yin to Sm0key’s yang is that very special little lady, Sassy, also going under the ID of Moongirl. Now for a fact, Sassy’s life sucks. Sassy is not attractive, her personal life is well past the point of being in the toilet, it is now in the general area of the septic tank. She has no real prospects of things ever getting any better, AND IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT. Sassy (who I dubbed “the Mean Lady” after repeatedly being booted out of one particular channel by her over and over again) has a rather limited ability to recognize humor. By “limited”, what I really mean is she has no ability whatsoever. You can be talking to someone else in a chat box (in other words, an on-going conversation) and if she sees something that offends her pecksniff sensibilities, your conversation is now at an end. The idea that she might not be at the center of any and all conversations in a chat box is somehow alien to her. She’s pretty much a total bitch. She gets dis-invited from a fair number of channels and seems puzzled as to why.

Sadly, both of these cockgobblers are longtime veterans of the social broadcasting scene and they get modded up a fair amount. You can speak to channel owners about them, but you get this “I can’t really do anything about it because they are friends with X and Y and Z and if I de-mod them, then their friends just mod them back up and anyway I need to be popular with X, Y and Z so I just act like it doesn’t happen” response. The net result is that some channels that CAN be fun are driven into the realm of SUCK due to who is sitting in there watching the chat instead of watching the show.

Yeah, this has been an issue since Day 1, it won’t ever get any better (especially if a moderator can create more moderators, because that is a good description of how cancer works), and trolling the bejesus out of them is a pleasurable pastime.

 

A new land speed record

Yetta has decided to immerse herself in the Adam & Jessica mutual respect and admiration society. This remarkable 180 degree about-face took a matter of seconds to perform. I was impressed enough to capture the moment, thereby preserving it for historians who study the subject of humans who can jump a fence so fast they actually run into themselves.

I love it, but I would never do it, except when I talk about it, and that was only once, and it has been continuously.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you YettaTelebenda, having her cake and eating it too.

No No No, November

A November to remember? Maybe.

The Scuttles Monkeysniffer Blog did a pretty thorough nailing-of-the-hide of Adam to the barn door. Adam has been inflicting his fantasies on his viewers for a number of years (I have personally seen Adam claim to be a police officer, a highly paid club DJ, a 5-star chef and a Casanova Level Ladies Man), so it is only just, meet and proper that some reality should finally intrude into his on-air life. I am personally amused that Adam was described by a sitting judge as “intellectually challenged”. There you have it, Adam. You are now and forever more legally stupid.

Adam is not alone in being legally stupid. Perpetually troubled-imbecile-at-large JessicaWubsJesu is running around inciting drama as fast as her ever fattening ham-like legs can propel her. Much like Adam, she desperately desires to be “popular” and will do absolutely fucking ANYTHING to get there, only to fall flat on her face due to her innate limitations – which may just explain that amazingly large forehead of hers. Halfwits of Ivlog should be aware that Jessica will sell your ass out to anyone in a New York minute if she thinks it will shine a scintilla of limelight on her pudgy self. Anyone with a single lick of sense has long since placed her on ignore and banned her out of their channels. I am told via an UNNAMED SOURCE that she has gotten very much on the nerves of the Ivlog Staff & Management and they are quite tired of dealing with her shit.

Ivlog continues its struggles, now featuring chat disconnects around the clock for anyone and everyone, including channel owners. I was in Thumbtack’s channel and half of his audience, including Mr Tack, all disconnected at once. Well, I guess Ivlog has some teething issues, being a new site and all. Wait…..

The Halloween horror channels apparently did SO well on Ivlog that they are still with us. As of this afternoon (Nov 9) there are 3 (three) channels playing horror/slasher/monster movies. I am of a mind that the adage about less being more might apply here, but I also know you can lead a whore to water but you can’t make her think.

I am informed there will be no Vaughnmas this year. If this is true, this would be a break in a centuries old tradition. Perhaps Scruffy’s allergies now include tinsel, evergreen trees and eggnog. Her well known allergy to all things paper already precludes her from touching Hallmark cards, wrapping paper and Charmin. Perhaps Scuffy’s long awaited end will finally occur. Now that would be a Festivus Miracle.

 

Ivlog Error Errors

So this is what I see when I try to enter any channel as a guest on Ivlog.

The IP showing in that error message isn’t my IP. Not even close, as they say in Horseshoe Tournaments. Logging in to my account and then logging back out does not rectify the issue.

So I leapt to my BatPhone and called a friend who lives in another part of this great nation of ours and requested that they log in to Ivlog, then log out of their account and try to enter a channel as a guest…

Oh my. Same error with a new and different INCORRECT IP address.

I suspect that this may have something to do with the recent server migration that occurred within the past couple of days on the Eye Vee log. I know that migration process laid waste to my ignore list (thanks, by the way for that neat little trick, now I get to ignore the same idiots alllllll over again).

In any event, what we see here is an erroneous error message: an error message that is in error. Neither myself nor the person enlisted to confirm this error message were logging in via phones, laptops, or any other portable devices. We were both hitting Ivlog from PCs, the same PCs we normally use to access the site, the same PCs that will let us into channels if we are logged in, but give us these stupid and incorrect error messages if we log out.

Ivlog sure seems to break a lot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

So what’s going on?

Yetta is back to being Yetta full time, so I must assume the celestial clocks are in harmony. She has re-re-re-re-bannzored myself and also clipped the wings of Cocoa Black, which means neither of us can now be regaled by tales of PS 52 and who was sitting 4 tables away at the fabulous new Bistro on 7th Avenue.

Alvaro got site bannzored from Ivlog and is no longer a player in the Game of Broadcasters. His blog is now just a chatbox due to non-payment of the monthly internet bill and he has surrendered said chatbox to Patty and Sean, who should be getting married soon. No word yet on which one will be the wife.

Moonboots has returned from his sojourn in the wilderness and now has an actual roof over his head. His furniture seems to consist of his folding camping chair, which can’t be very comfortable to sleep in.

The Scuttles Blog is rocking and rolling as the usual suspects make sure there is plenty of fresh content to write about (all you people have to do is NOT be crazy, but you just can’t seem to manage to do even that…).

Halloween is here, so the same movie channels will now show the same Halloween/Friday the 13th marathons they have been showing since the internet was called the Information Super Highway.

PreventedJimPenis seems to have settled in to VL. He occasionally walks through the door while PetMahKat is ‘casting on Ivlog and hurriedly backs out, NO SIGN OF HIM LEAVING PET’S HOUSE, EVER.

Speaking of no signs, there is no sign that Fathead Manbaby has learned anything from his numerous bannzorations, as he has been expelled from yet another broadcasting site for exactly the same reasons he has been banned from all the rest.

Boston Chickie has stated yet again (07:00 Eastern Time, October 8, 2019) that she is leaving Ivlog FOR-FUCKING-EVER, so I am guessing she will be back on most any minute now. Something is going on with her in real life, as she is easily set off by anything she even thinks might just possibly, maybe, sort of kinda be an aspersion on her character. Of course, that is straight up blood-in-the-water to the sharks that swim in the deep and murky waters of the internet.

I am certain there is other shit dancing on the fan blades that I am missing. I won’t even talk about Dani’s apparent new found internet paramour who appears to be from the land where they write in squiggly lines. Can you say “open bobs”? But I’m not going to talk about this… yet.

Happy Halloween, freaks.

 

 

It’s September and…

September in North Carolina means back to school and here comes a hurricane.

This year, our first contestant is Dorian. Dorian has made lots of new friends in the Bahamas and is now coming to pay our kith and kin in Morehead and the Outer Banks a visit.

The current projected track will keep(?) Dorian out of Wilmington (this is good) but run it right through the middle of Morehead City and Beaufort (very bad), then inside the Outer Banks before it crosses back out to sea just north of Avon. So if you live anywhere between Bald Head Island and Atlantic Beach, the surf is up (WAYYYYY UP). Morehead and Beaufort look to get totally dicked… and maybe New Bern doesn’t get quite as hammered as it did last year. Maybe. The Outer Banks will get what they get every time: over-washed, Highway 12 will get its annual rebuild and the fishing will be spectacular.

Per the current track, once Dorian crosses out to sea, it doesn’t see landfall again until Halifax, NS.

As I bang this out, Wilmington is already getting banged on (high winds, lots and lots and lots of rain, tornado warnings… the usual) and this weather will show up in Morehead in about an hour or so. Tomorrow at this time, this will all be over – except I expect the effing power will be O-U-T and this year I am cooking EVERYTHING in my freezer as soon as I hit the “publish” button on this post. I hate having to throw food away.

So this is what I know. Have a splendid weekend.