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Yes. “HECKLING DAY” is finally here, kiddies! Nothing spreads lots of cheer, readership and lotsa hits like a good meme. Here is your chance to hit comments all over CyberTown and cause chaos and mayhem wherever you go… and drive your hit counters through the roof.
What is heckling day?
What, are you stupid or something? What part of “Heckling” + “Day” don’t you understand?
Continue reading “International Heckling Day”
In the news: Trisha Meili, aka “The Central Park Jogger” is coming out with a book about her 1989 attack called “I Am the Central Park Jogger: A Story of Hope and Possibility“.
I remember the story all too well. On April 19th, 1989, she was grabbed while jogging in Central Park, brutally raped, her head bashed in with a rock, and left for dead as she lost 3/4 of the blood in her body. It was one that outraged New Yorkers We prayed, we worried… but mostly we saw red…we wanted justice to the point where we wanted to see it served at all costs.
Continue reading “Central Park Revisited”
I think it’s a smarter move, as I am seriously debating taking comments off this page (I like the input, and I love hearing FROM people here, but this is SO short-term. Plus people feel obligated to “check in”, and they feel there is a time LIMIT on when they can share their thoughts. It’s not fair to you.).
In learning FROM my past mistakes, my zeal in promoting the hell out of something good, to the point where it looks like I’m taking over, I’m simply going to point my finger in that direction and say LOOKIE! Go support a brother….
There. I’m done.
Continue reading “Newz Briefs (or Newz Boxers, take your pick)”
Reverend Mykeru has been talking about this place for a while.
I figure any place that covers topics about… uhm, well… let’s just call it “a boy and his gator, ok?” (I wouldn’t click that link at work, if I were you. BTW, why aren’t you doing your work?), and a place where Andy and Mykeru can amuse us with their hilarious on-going feud without fear of comments altered to read about “their pee-pees”…
…sounds like a fun place to me!
So I joined Mike Malloy’s “Truthseeker’s Forum”.
(I linked directly to the “Politics free-for-all”, that’s where the fun is.)
Bloggers, and their selfishness and stupidity, are really beginning to bore me these days. I’d like some meat with my topics now… thankyouverymuch.
EricBrooks.Com® – If I disowned a friend, simply for disagreeing with me on a point or two, I’d be one lonely dude right now.
There’s no such thing as “Father’s Day” here.
Not for me. Not on this site. Take a hike.
There are far more worthier people for you to send your well wishes and accolades on. They deserve it.
For Tom Butcher, the sperm donor responsible for the mess of a human being who writes the drivel on this site… I hope someone stumbles on this page in a google search, and lets you know someone out there thinks you’re a piece of shit on this lovely day.
I would like to think that somewhere deep inside my “father’s” black little heart that there might have been some shred of humanity in him. Maybe he thought of coming back to visit once or twice, but thought that maybe too much time has passed, it was too late, or he wanted to have this really good excuse that he’s come up with in a tomorrow that would never come.
My wife (who’s adopted) really pushed for me to try and track him down once we got the internet. I was able to communicate with people in his hometown in West Virginia. People were really responsive too.
It got really close until I told them who I was, and why I was looking for him.
Then these people stopped writing back.
So fuck them too.
I wrote “Dear Dad” on what would have been my mother’s 75th birthday. I decided this will be that one kick in the balls I’m sure my mother would have wanted to give him.
Because the day I wrote that… it officially became “too late”.
The window of understanding and forgiveness is closed forever.
I had one “happy” father’s day post here. In 2001, when the kids treated me out to a visit to stables, and I rode a horse for the first time. All the cute home-made gifts, waiting for me afterward… I felt like the luckiest guy on the planet.
It was just a few short weeks later that they were ripped out of my arms by the state police and two madwomen FROM Child Abductive Services with court orders, all for the crime of being down on our luck… and just because they can.
They’ve never gotten over it. They’re home, but they’ve never felt safe and secure since. I’ve never forgiven myself for allowing that to happen. And I can’t think of this day without remembering July 12th, 2001.
Don’t even think about contacting me today. Don’t want to be consoled, don’t want to hear about how I deserved it all for whatever I wrote about you or your friend in a post, and I sure as hell don’t want to hear about your “similar experiences”. Just back the fuck off today.
There’s no Father’s Day here.
Just broken hearts, an empty soul, and more rage and hatred than I know what to do with.
Moving on to bigger and better things…
The World According To Me.Com (aka the “404 page”)
2000 – 2003 Rest In Pieces
Feel free to laugh, gloat and wait for “The Got-no-site-ed One” to whine and grovel at the feet of the Hidden Cabal of Those Who Run The Web (although we don’t exist) for mercy.
In this community, if you mess with one… you mess with us all.
Some lessons need to be learned the hard way. Like “Freedom Of Speech” requires a little bit of responsibility. Like HAVING your webhost pull the plug on your site as you are in violation of their Terms Of Service (not limited to “slander and libel”, “death threats”, “menacing and harrassment”).
*Does the heinie dance of victory* This community truly doth rock!
Thanks everyone!!!!
Well, it appears TGO aka King Stormtrooper has done my bidding once again, and took down his messageboard. LOL! (I SO own this creep.)
It was pretty sad to see him there all day long, covering his board, like a kid guarding his tree house with water balloons trying to repel invaders. A lot of big-name people are involved in Operation: Not In My Backyard. I thank EVERYONE FROM the bottom of my heart.
Continue reading “Open Season: One Week Later”
In about an hour or so, I will be off with La Famiglia and the extended ones off to the Clyde Beatty Cole Bros Circus (See if you were my REAL friend, I would have free tickets for you too.)
This will of course involve a drive past a mile-long demonstration of protestors FROM PETA (People Eating Tasty Animals), and their “Boycott Animal Abuse” signs. Has anyone ever wondered if any of these animals would still be alive had they been left in the wild? Just curious.
One of my other questions would be: What if the circus was in your town, and an elephant dropped dead in the middle of the big top? What… exactly… do you do then?
Continue reading “Send in the clowns…”
Sometime last night the 2 millionth visitor passed through this site – WOO HOO!!!!
Hey, and it only took a year and a half. It took almost 3 years to get to the first million. (Of course that’s for the entire site… you really don’t think people read this page, do you?)
EricBrooks.Com® – Gets more hits in a week than YAHOO!™ gets in a half-second.
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