10/22/2007

(What follows are a few emails written by MCR in October of 2006. They’re a good example of the kind of beautiful prose that only narcissism, paranoia, and an undeserved sense of accomplishment can create.)

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Look, I don’t know what else to do write now. Treat this as confidential and let me take the lead on public disclosures unless I disappear. I am moving fast and have little time.

A lot of people need to know what’s happening here.

I have tied WING TV directly to the FBI and to the sabotage in my office and this court case. I’m fighting for my life.

Mike

—–Original Message—–
From: Mike Ruppert [mailto:mruppert@copvcia.com]
Sent: Thursday, October 06, 2005 9:06 PMTo: ‘Judith Plant’Cc: ‘KLevine641@aol.com’; ‘Chris Plant’; ‘Ailene Warner’Subject:
RE: Odds and ends

Just back from NY. There is a pending death in the family. The FBI has – within the last three days — used agents and illegally raided my bank account and taken $5,200. Someone filed an appeal to a court case I had previously won, signed my name on the subpoena while the FBI intercepted all mail notifying me of the court date. I never even knew about it. When I failed to show up for a hearing I had never heard about a judgment was issued and my bank account looted yesterday. Sure, I can win this but it will take maybe two years and thousands of dollars in legal fees and I’ll probably never get the money back from the stooge (Chris Fusco) the FBI used who they had planted in my office.

In the meantime, your best-selling author is about to become homeless and may, within weeks, be seeking political asylum in a foreign country. I am penniless. WING TV has called for someone to assassinate me as a war criminal (three days ago). (No they didn’t. When he told us this we all listened to their “radio” show where they had supposedly said that MCR should be put down as a war criminal. Well, suffice it to say they said no such thing about MCR or anybody else for that matter being assassinated. Thus we all assumed that Ruppert never listened to the broadcast but rather took the word of some douche bag friend of his. No to mention that it was very sexy for him to believe.) [That's exactly what happened before Malcolm X was murdered.]

The reason I demanded is because we had already discussed this once and reached an agreement which you forgot about. I need every freaking penny – every cent – I can get my hands on and I need it right now. Ken Levine needs every penny I can give him right now because the FBI is working him hard on a bullshit case as well. We are enemies of the state.

Somebody please understand: threats are being made on my life. The FBI is seriously messing with me and if I don’t get some money soon you will never see me again and I will be sleeping under a bridge somewhere, using an assumed name, and asking for food money.

I cannot make it any clearer than this. I do not have time to be polite now. Everything is on the line and I will take whatever steps are necessary. It would be nice to have some real support that is tangible and that allows me to eat and pay my rent.

I am inches away from activating contingency plans which might necessitate me going deep underground. Money is the only thing that will make a difference.

Mike

10/26/2007

“Oh how the mighty have fallen…Oh how the mighty yet continue to breathe.” MCR, “From Me to You”, January 31, 2007

Oh how the mighty are not yet behind bars, homeless, or dead from a self-inflicted bullet to the brain. It’s been almost a year since MCR returned to the U.S., after having fled it; after having vowed to never return and to henceforth take being “part of the solution” to the next step by being either the chief of some indigenous tribe somewhere (like Martin Sheen at the end of Apocalypse Now) or possibly even consigliere to Hugo Chavez. He wasn’t yet quite sure at the time.

But the world is a delicate place for a leader with no cult. He had a good thing and screwed it up. I wonder if he wishes sometimes that he had never moved to Oregon, but rather stayed in his apartment on Magnolia: writing his stories, manning a small staff and, although not exactly importing barrels of money, making just enough cheddar to justify being one’s own boss. Most importantly, above and beyond everything else, is that when MCR lived in L.A. he was able to enjoy the right amount of privacy and anonymity required for him to maintain the following he possessed, enjoyed, and wholly took for granted.

You see the thing about MCR is this: he’s a bad internet date. He’s that all-around perfect guy or gal you’ve been looking for all your life. He says all the right things, and surprises you frequently with a few more. He gets your blood pumping and makes you feel alive and hopeful. That is, of course, until you meet him and very quickly realize that he is, in every way imaginable, the exact opposite of what you’d expected — to an almost menacing and predatory degree; in many ways, kinda like a child molester.

To this date, as far as I’ve been made aware, MCR has continued to reside in NY with Jenna Orkin (or, for those who need refreshing: “the dyke that loves me” “[that girl] I fucked in the a$$ when we went to that ASPO conference in NY…”). None of us ever thought that relationship would last two months. Lucky for Mikey that it did, or one hard-assed rite of passage it would have been until his trust fund kicked in — which it finally did, I think, sometime in August or September.

Say what you want about MCR but he is lucky. For instance, there was so much evidence proving that he (not the government, meth-dealers, ex-employees, or who-ever-the-hell) was the actual perpetrator of that burglary in Ashland, Or. Again, I don’t think many people thought it would turn out the way it did, but it did. To this day the APD, although having named MCR as having been its only suspect, hasn’t done anything whatsoever to do anything at all about it. I think MCR was probably just as surprised, being that he fled the country and all, in my opinion, as a direct result of his botched plan to make some easy money — i.e. committing insurance fraud. This is just one example of how lucky MCR has been. Or, more accurately put: lucky-enough, as more bad has befallen him than good — most usually by his own doing; in fact, I’m not aware of anything bad that’s ever happened to him that wasn’t the direct or indirect result of his own power-hungry, desperately sadistic, cosmocentric self. That being the case then what happened in Oregon, i.e. MCR’s supposed “downfall” and humiliation, was bound to happen in one form or another at some time, regardless of whether or not he had decided to move out of L.A.

The longer MCR stayed on the activist scene the more his true colors bled through. His days were numbered. To put it one way, he wasn’t the genuine article — a concerned citizen selflessly slaving away to expose and fight the wrongs committed by the United States government. Anyone not a complete sheep whose known Ruppert is well aware of his lust for social status and power. This is where his actions belied his words, his writings and all his friggin’ footnotes. He despised fellow 9-11/Peak Oil activists, attacked and dismissed them. Only he was the expert. Only he was worth listening to. As a result, the number of his followers shrunk over time, and increasingly so as his narcissistic frustration and anger swelled. It’s always been my belief that, when you get down to it, most rebels are just individuals who’re pissed off that they aren’t the ones in charge. For all his seemingly endless ranting and raving about the corrupt elite that control the world I have no doubt in my mind that Mike would give his balls for a seat at the conspirator’s table. Being that most of the people involved in the 9-11 and Peak Oil activist movements are truly concerned and well-meaning people who are genuinely selfless in their cause, an animal like Ruppert could only move among them undetected for so long. Again, as it was, he was on borrowed time, and as said time passed it was clear that some changes were about to take place. Knowing this, to one degree or another, Mike was determined to remain in the game. Now it was Peak Oil that he began to singularly focus on, but with much more of a doomsday bent than others in the field (“others” such as university professors, geologists, people with the qualifications necessary to address said topic, etcetera etcetera etcetera…), which again served to allow Mike to be special and stand apart.

Mike once said, “Oregon is the promised land for me.” He could not have been more wrong. His reasons for wanting to move aside, it never was a practical venture — at least not in the way it was approached by Ruppert. First of all there wasn’t an actual plan…for anything. It was as if Mike assumed that things would naturally fall into place when the times were right. “The Universe will guide me,” he said on more than a few occasions when either myself, or a whole bunch of us were trying to talk sense into the man — trying to get him, for the love of god, to change his mind about moving north. He talked about the universe a lot and how much clout he had with it, being that he was such an awesome guy and all. To the rest of us it seemed that if the universe did have Mike’s back then it was for sure going out of its way to send message after message warning him that moving to Oregon was bad ju ju. Take the business, for example, which at the time was operational, sustainable, whose earning potential had already peaked. There was only so much money that could be made from Mike’s beloved following who, as a demographic, aren’t characteristically wealthy people. Just enough money was made to pay employees, rent, bills, and Mike’s expenses, which to briefly state, were lavish. Since there was no plan for relocation that also meant that there hadn’t been any money set aside to bankroll the expenses of a move. Being that FTW was a sole proprietorship, Mike was FTW and vise versa. Mike was up to his neck in debt. Money was owed to credit card companies, vendors. There were back taxes that would have to be dealt with, state and federal. The whole thing was a mess.

It was at the beginning of 2006 and Mike was determined to make the move sometime during the first half of February. Despite having made bogus predictions within the past two years about when exactly the fall of western society would happen, for some reason that now slips my mind Mike had come to the conclusion that the shit would hit the fan on a world-wide scale in March or April – or maybe it was May; anyway, according to Mike it wasn’t that far off. Of course it’s quite understandable how, in the face of impending societal collapse, money would be low on the list of priorities. That said, I was never able to reconcile Mike’s thinking along those lines. How was it that Mike could have such big plans for FTW, such as expanding the business on a five-fold scale once in Oregon, while at the same time believing that life as we have known it was about to come to a tragically sudden and, no doubt, bloody end? Mike had spoken many times about how it was his dream that someday FTW would become as big as The New York Times. How he could sort out those two ideas is way beyond my scope of imagination.

What was very clear was what Mike expected from Oregon with the same vigor with which he desired it all his life (of course Reality ended up presenting him with a severely disappointing polar opposite). To put it simply, Mike wanted to be a leader of the masses just like his sworn enemies, his secret idols. He had always been well received in Oregon whenever he gave lectures there and he just assumed that in the wake of all the destruction to come he would just naturally be able to step up as a wise chieftain, warlord, or commandant somewhere – most likely in the Ashland area, being that that’s where he was going. I am not kidding. His “relocation fantasy” was based on the idea that Peak Oil was going to hit and hit hard. Almost overnight it would be anarchy as the fuel that made our way of life possible simply just ran out. It would be like Mad Max and Road Warrior, basically. The communities that remained, or that would crop up during this time, would have to circle the wagons and be able to defend themselves in order to survive. Mike spoke of building a small army that we would train – he even said I could be one of the D.I.’s! He would whip those hippies into shape, train them up to Delta caliber, arm them, and when the time was right all of us would head a few miles south and blow up the mountain pass separating Oregon from California. The reasoning for this was to keep the thousands of tired, hungry, scared, fleeing California refugees from entering the Rogue Valley (where Ashland and a few other small towns are located) to suck dry whatever realistic chance of hope and survival the communities they were to eventually come across still had – they would be like locusts, a walking scorched-earth policy. Yes, this was cruel, Mike admitted, but it was necessary. The pie would not be big enough for everyone to have a slice.

I have already stated that there wasn’t enough money to afford the move to Oregon. And when I say that I mean that I mean there wasn’t enough money to pay just for the move. That was a big red flag waving in the wind, hammered into the peak of this Ruppert-imposed iceberg. And everyone saw it except Ruppert — no surprise. Not that we didn’t tell him about it, time and time again. It just wasn’t that big of a deal. We were overreacting, nervous-nellies. “I’ll sell my car,” he said, as if trying to deliver a one-two knock-out wisdom-rationality punch combo that would shut us up for good. After all, he used to be a cop. He knew what he was doing.

“It’s a 2005 Cadillac. I should at least get 25k for it!”

You could tell he thought we were all idiots, but I doubt it was just as apparent to him what a dumbass we all thought he was. After a while it became clear that there was no talking to him and so we just stopped trying. More and more, any expression of doubt in Mike’s “plan” led to a sort of diaper rash freak-out on his part — like a demon-possessed, straight-jacketed Wilfred Brimley. It got old fast.

Mike first tried selling his car online, which didn’t work out so well since his “busy schedule” wouldn’t allow for the five minutes it would have taken to explain to him how to actually go about selling a car online. There was no way he was going to get $25,000, not on the web, and definitely not at a car dealership, which is where he went next. Just knowing Mike, I imagined him walking on the lots of these places with the type of confidence that only a fool who thinks he can beat the house in Vegas would have. And to more than a few dealerships did Mike go. This was over the course of one week. Every now and then Mike would show back up at the office to get his mail. We’d ask him how selling his car was going and he kind of growl or mumble something about how they were offering too little money and that they were just trying to rip him off but that that wouldn’t happen because what did they think he was a sucker he wasn’t a sucker he used to be a cop and he knows more about the in’s and out’s than any civilian and if they thought for one second they were going to sucker him then they had another thing coming. Then he’d force himself to perk up and attempt to assure himself more than us that everything would turn out alright and that he’d get the dough in time and that it would be enough.

All this time I’d been under the impression that selling a car at a dealership was the last thing you’d want to do because they’d tea-bag you every time. 25k? It was hard to think that Mike was serious. He was quirky and a little crazy but this was something concerning, at least to me, because it didn’t seem like he truly had a grasp on reality — oh, if I only knew how much more crazy and absurd things would get.

It was a Thursday or Friday when Mike called. He said that he’d sold the car and needed someone to pick him up at the dealership. I went, following the directions he gave me, and eventually ended up in a part of town where all the storefronts, billboards are in Spanish, and Mexican music is piped out onto the street. The “dealership” looked like a chop shop. Mike was standing out front, looking like he’d just been released from jail immediately after having been gang-raped. When he got in the car, neither one of us said anything for a while. Mike was the first one to pipe up. He wanted us to go to the bank. I figured that was was as good a cue as any so I asked him how much he got for the car. Looking out the passenger window he said, “Seventy-five hundred.”

“Yeah?” I said, thinking OMG he stuck his dick in it this time!

“Yeah. See? I told you guys not worry. I told all of you that everything was going to turn out alright — that the universe would take care of us. We’re gonna make it. Everything’s going good so far and it’s only going to get better.”

He spoke with an almost smug, pissed-off expression, as if to say, “I shouldn’t have to tell you so.”He was serious, or so it seemed. At the bank he flirted with the teller like he was depositing his first million. When I dropped him off at his apartment he said, “It’s been a good day, buddy,” and then shook my hand. Before pulling away from the curb I accidentally caught, out of the corner in my eye, the spring in Mike’s step as he walked down the street like he owned it.

$7500. Jesus. I laughed my ass off all the way home and continued off and on until I fell asleep.

“Years ago, just after he had left the LAPD and was staying at random friends’ houses, Mike claimed that a 11 or 12 year old daughter of a neighbor and her friend dropped by the apartment while Mike was there alone. He said that nothing happened, other than the girl fondling him, getting him worked up enough to induce him to kick the girls out before he took a cold shower. It appears that appropriate sexual conduct, let alone personal behavior, is one maladaptive gray zone for Mike…Mike has a long way to go to overcome his sexism and deeply rooted resentment of women. I know he was molested by his mother when he was nine but he’s totally responsible for healing himself of that wound now. When he and I were still engaged, Mike said that he was interested in adopting. That freaked me out, thought I didn’t let it show. Many of the kids who were molested turn around and reprduce the behavior as adults in a subconscious effort to change the outcome or resolve conflicted feelings. I had an intuitive chill in the pit of my stomach against the idea of adopting with Mike, especially a little girl.”

– MCR’s fiance, 2005-6

Repost: “Poor Poor Mike Ruppert” written 9-16-2006
Mike Ruppert:
Egomaniac with an undeserved sense of importance
works himself into a corner from which the only escape is Venezuela.

“It’s funny. I can look back on a life of achievement, on challenges met, competitors bested, obstacles overcome. I’ve accomplished more than most men, and without the use of my legs. What…What makes a man, Mr. Lebowski?…Is it…is it, being prepared to do the right thing? Whatever the price? Isn’t that what makes a man?…Are you surprised at my tears, sir?…Strong men also cry…Strong men also cry.”
–from The Big Lebowski

Having known Mike Ruppert I find it quite funny (and sad) that, being as odious a human being as he truly is, there are a number of folks out there who continue to hold him aloft as some sort of modern-day Jesus — just as sinless, forgiving, and selfless as He who died on the cross for the sake of the world’s sins. Of course someone in Montana would not know how a man in Oregon comports himself, but there are other people who should know better. Then again, a subscriber to Ruppert’s website should, in my opinion, begin to have their doubts when one lame plea for donations — in addition to the sale of a great many products — follows another, and another, and another. And in light of some allegations that later turned out to be true (by Ruppert’s own admission) regarding inappropriate sexual behavior with a female employee (he took off his clothes and ran around the office in his underwear), I find it interesting that many people out there do not once stop to question his character.

The suspicious nature of the burglary that took place in his office is also another example that should be cause for Ruppert’s followers to second-guess their loyalty. Maybe it’s just sexy for one to think that the U.S. Government directly, or indirectly, perpetrated that crime. Maybe being a reader of FTW, in their minds, makes them somehow apart of the real-life Enemy Of The State movie that is Mike Ruppert’s supposed life. Of course these people don’t have all the information. Therefore, in the context of FTW, these poor souls are living in a fantasy world.

Mike Ruppert, without a doubt, is very good at portraying himself as being quite the benevolent soul. He’s “spiritual” and socially conscious. To paraphrase something he recently wrote on his blog, he cannot rest, or be happy, unless the world is a better place. He has sacrificed everything for the sake of us all. Now how can you not dig someone like that? The reality, however, is a little different.

For instance, it might interest some people that when Mike Ruppert moved to Ashland, Or., rather than live the simple, sustainable life (which was closer to what he had living in a one-bedroom apartment in LA), and grow his own tomatoes and lettuce outback of a simple, practical, wasteless, rural dwelling, he instead chose to live in a house. This house had no garden and he made no attempt to create one. Instead, he purchased a $4,000 leather couch, plus a high-quality entertainment center with all the bells and whistles. Rather than shop locally at the co-op, he bought his groceries at Albertson’s, to which he drove to and from in his gas-guzzling Ford Bronco. On the weekends he would go out to the bars and try to score tail (preferably very young tail) and to sing karaoke. Often he would frequent The Office, a strip club in Medford, Or.

“But wait,” someone might ask, “as a recovered alcoholic in the middle of an alcoholic drug den he would abstain, right?” Well…no. If only that had been the case then many embarrassing situations could have been avoided. Very quickly one could see how necessary AA was for Mike Ruppert, as he is a pathetic drunk. Of course, according to him, he has beaten the addiction, but then again, doesn’t that go against AA principles? So why does he cite his twenty years of 12-step work if he no longer walks the walk? It seems a little disingenuous to me. But that’s just my opinion and I could be wrong.

Back to the issue of sustainability: Wouldn’t it make sense to construct a simple, bare-bones operation that was fluid and flexible, yet secure? In speech, according to Ruppert, this would be the only way. In action, however, he committed the opposite action. Upon moving to Ashland, Mike Ruppert rented a large office space and pulled out all the stops with regard to purchases made to furnish and equip said office (yet, strangely enough, a security system was never brought up). He had dreams of commanding a large office staff that would revere him and be obsequiously at his disposal. He immediately hired an assistant (Woman #1), an attractive woman whom he met at a bar during his first week in town. This woman complained of not having enough work to do, as there really wasn’t much justification for Mike Ruppert having an assistant to begin with. But of course that wasn’t the actual reason Mike Ruppert had hired her. The real reason was carnal and she rebuffed advances from Ruppert on numerous occasions. When Ruppert’s other female employee (Woman #2) alleged sexual harassment and was fired for her trouble, Ruppert requested that his staff write statements to support his position on the matter. Woman #2, therefore, quit her job rather than write something that basically would have said that Mike Ruppert was innocent of any and all inappropriate behavior. In other words, she refused to lie.

The day before the alleged “burglary,” Ruppert was in his office all day long. This is not a fact that he has chosen to disclose in any of his writings about said topic. It is, however, a matter of police record and local knowledge. Of course, if one were to take Ruppert’s words at face value, one would think that he was somewhere else that entire day, as he already had a ready-made timeline for when the crime took place. He was “at home watching Deadwood,” right? That’s his alibi, along with the fact that his Bronco “sticks out like a sore thumb.” Right. If he was there all day on Sunday, as he normally was, would anyone notice? He would have all day to smash and trash his office.

Also, this has been said, but I’ll say it again: nothing was stolen. Doesn’t that seem odd? The gun that Mike Ruppert kept in his desk, which was right next to the tapes that Ruppert claims he made of the interactions between himself and his former, female employee, who claims to have been sexually harassed (which he has claimed was stolen by the thieves during the burglary – police record), was still there, after the fact. Nothing was stolen. Nothing other than the computers was damaged. Not even Ruppert’s “precious library,” or his pictures of his travels around the world, or his display of every FTW newsletter that hangs on the wall of the office’s conference room. No TV or other electrical device was damaged. Just enough damage was done to garner the sympathy needed to justify a little extra cash, as well as an office-wide computer upgrade (on computers that were 1-5 years old).

If this is supposed to be a crime of passion, let’s say; a crime committed by a disgruntled, drug-addled, former employee, then wouldn’t one think that the whole crime scene would be … just a little more colorful?

If the government did it – it being the “burglary” – then it’s kind of needlessly complex, no? It’s something they could have done all along, at any time. They wouldn’t have needed to throw in some agent(s) to infiltrate a small business run by a selectively paranoid man who doesn’t even think to install a simple security system, right? Granted, the burglary is much sexier than the “sabotage” committed by a former employee that later ended in a small claims court judgment on behalf of FTW… Right.

I mean, really…that’s some X-files shit right there!

It’s the worst friggin’ excuse for continuing “to be” that I’ve ever heard, yet a lot of people buy it. Basically, it’s like this: “Uh… yeah, the government is out to get to me because I speak the truth and they tell lies and stuff, and they’re bad, so they like, want to put me out of business… .And I know, like, they do a real half-assed job of it, and stuff, because, like, you know, they conspirisize and mastermind all over the world to control the world, and they’re evil, and they can bring down the World Trade Center and kill Kennedy, and get away with it, but they can’t bring down a simple, small business… that doesn’t even have a security system? I mean, I know that’s weird… . Seriously, they’re gonna kill me… -C-C-Can I have some money?”

I guess what it comes down to is this: think for yourselves. Stop looking for leaders and heroes. One step at a time, guys. Do your own research. There are people who have made significant life decisions based on what Mike Ruppert has said, especially when it comes to money – and we’re talking about a guy that can’t run a business and is up to his eyeballs in debt. Think for yourselves. Empower yourselves. Don’t trade in your status of being a sheep to the status quo for being a sheep to Mike Ruppert, or any other guru for that matter. If you’re not going to be a sucker when it comes to big corporations then don’t be a sucker when it comes to anything else. Think for yourselves.

The fact of the matter is that the police had only one suspect. The former, female employee that Ruppert speaks of was cleared early-on in the case and so was her friend. After that, the only one left was Mike Ruppert.

Shortly thereafter, he fled the country — coincidentally right before he was scheduled to take a lie-detector test with the Ashland Police Department.

Pure and simple, folks, it’s not a conspiracy and it never was. It at least wasn’t a conspiracy against Michael C. Ruppert. If you want to put so much importance on evidence then look at the evidence in this case — the actual evidence, the circumstantial evidence, the logical evidence. Quit giving the benefit of the doubt. It’s like you’re trading one evil for another — no different than someone who hears that Bush lied about WMD’s and says, “Well, he’s the President, I guess he knows what he’s doing…”

Just consider what I’m saying.

Think for yourselves.

In the end, or at least during the last days of From The Wilderness (FTW) as it existed until the day of its demise in Ashland, Or., there wasn’t much room for ruddy, clueless optimism now that MCR had split town faster than a hooker leaves Salt Lake. Things were happening too quickly. Every day seemed to present a new set of problems, mostly having to do with money. Sales were falling dramatically, either due to IT failure or lack of customer interest. Either way it was going to shit.

Although MCR had surprised some, if not all, of his friends, by leaving the country, most remained loyal to him, and helped to the extent that they could. A few, like Carolyn Baker here to the right, was a dedicated follower of Ruppert’s going on six years. A very passionate woman, strong in her beliefs, toting a PhD she would write well-meaning tirades for FTW every once and a while. It went without saying that she was considered a chair holder in Mike Inner-Circle.

Here you can read her story about how she came to be editor in chief after Ruppert left the country. Basically, she went up for a visit and stay something like four months before deciding she’d had enough. Now that’s a friend: someone who will drop everything to help you. Suffice it to say this is no more. Below is an excerpt of the article referenced above, which is followed by her resignation letter. I do, however, suggest reading her entire story to gain a much fuller perspective — assuming that you just might be into this just as much as I am.

Excerpt from: “Samurai Sunrise: The Last Hours Before Mike Ruppert’s Departure From The United States,” Carolyn Baker writes:

“As I ponder his thirty years of harassment and attack by the U.S. government and the so-called progressives, ill-informed, who willingly join the chorus of defamation, I am most astonished by one thing: None of the attacks on Michael C. Ruppert have ever been delivered at the only level that really matters—the impeccably-researched, painstakingly-documented evidence that he has committed his life to delivering in the most ethical, thorough, fastidious, and intellectually sound manner. Little intelligence, critical thinking, or valor is required for National Enquirer-style cheap shots, lurid depictions, and ad homonym attacks. How do those begin to compare with the resolve of one human being to risk his life, his career, his financial security, and his reputation in order to uncover evidence which he has not only researched but onerously lived and experienced?”

As I just recently mentioned, Carolyn would go on to sing a different tune. So, without further ado, CAROYN BAKER’S RESIGNATION LETTER:

From: carolyn@*****.org
Sent: Saturday, November 04, 2006 10:55 AM
To: Mike Ruppert
Cc: admin@copvcia.com; Ken Levine; Mike Kane; Ray Kohlman; Jennakilt@aol.com; Marion ***; Spencer *****; KLevine***@********
Subject: FTW NO LONGER HAS AN EDITOR

To All Named In This Email:

Based on a plethora of unanswered questions about Mike Ruppert’s departure from the U.S. in July, the deplorable condition in which FTW’s finances were left by MCR, and no concrete, verifiable evidence that his life was ever in danger when he left, and given the abusive, unprofessional behavior displayed by Mike Ruppert since his departure toward the Ashland office staff and anyone who does not choose to agree with or serve his singular cause, I am no longer willing to serve as editor in any capacity, and I am not willing to post any further articles by anyone for any purpose and thereby collude in what appears to be the intentional, deliberate, well-orchestrated destruction of FTW by Mike Ruppert which began in July, 2006 and which any way you spin it IS A CRIME. That destruction is both tragic and profoundly unnecessary, and it is now the fait acompli that MCR accused the Ashland office of carrying out some weeks ago. Mike Ruppert has a few non-Ashland disciples left, and they will do his bidding for publishing his last article. If Spencer is still around and is willing to continue working another day for free, he will probably publish whatever self-serving drivel MCR wishes to post. This is just what you wanted, eh Mike, no writers left and now you can take what little money is left in FTW, plead for more, and run even farther away from the mess you created than you already are? I don’t give a rat’s ass what you say about me in your final article. Whether it is ugly or glowing, if you said it, it’s a lie.

Mike says he’s “too sick” to deal with my comments? Ever since I’ve known him, whenever there’s anything he doesn’t want to deal with, he’s “too busy”, “too stressed”, “too pre-occupied” with some project–usually one that he calls “the most important message of my life”– to deal with anything that he prefers not to deal with.

I do not wish to be associated in any manner with FTW and will from this point utilize my energy to pursue my personal career agenda. I will also do everything in my power to dissociate my name with Michael C. Ruppert. While I will continue to respect the writings and research of Mike Ruppert, he has proven himself to be devoid of integrity and inexorably incapable of taking ANY responsibility for his own behavior beyond making feigned amends and expressing feigned remorse which lasts, oh I would say, around five minutes. For his devotees, personal behavior is largely irrelevant, and on that issue, Karl Rove would ecstatically agree with them. Some would say “Fighting fascism isn’t pretty.” I don’t recall that any of us has asked for “pretty”. What we have asked for are fundamental qualities of human decency: accountability, truthfulness, integrity, and respect. Such a statement inherently implies that the end justifies the means and that it is OK to use fascist techniques to fight fascism, especially when one glibly laughs them off as “part of my German heritage.” An individual who excuses this kind of behavior has already lost his/her self, and may never get it back.Furthermore, I choose NOT to receive the library and research files from Marion . They are not my problem, nor will they “pay me off” and “shut me up”. Nor will I provide peace of mind for MCR so that he can know where they are. That would mean I would have to have further contact with him which I am not willing to have. I consider them the booby prize, the white elephant, or perhaps “hush money” for the hysterical, deceitful ride that Mike Ruppert has taken all of us on for the least four months. My paramount regret is that I chose to take the ride, but I congratulate myself for being able to stand back and see the madness and abysmal lack of integrity that I was facilitating with the best of intentions–you know, that thing that the road to hell is paved with. My hope is that those who continue to defend MCR will one day be able to stop compartmentalizing (i.e. “Sometimes he can be a real asshole but he’s so intelligent”) and open their eyes and understand the cult-leader characteristics of their hero, BEFORE not after, they drink the Kool Aid. I am humbled by the necessity of admitting that I speak from my own experience, having been a “cult member” for six years until my up close and personal experiences of the past four months blasted the blinders from my eyes. We all need heroes, sheroes, mentors, and guides, but there comes a time when we must “kill the Buddha” and become our own heroes, sheroes, mentors, and guides. Otherwise, we are actually worse off than the American sheeple we are supposedly working to awaken.

I especially want to acknowledge the Ashland staff: Marion, Spencer, Brendan, as well as Ken Levine for their stunning, mostly unpaid efforts, for the past three months in order to save a dying FTW. I wish all of us well as we extricate ourselves from intolerable toxicity and move on to pursue and enrich our personal and professional lives. For my part, I want to apologize to Marion, Brendan, Spencer, and Ken for taking so long see the forest for the trees, the “Truth & Lies” if you will, of Mike Ruppert. I have learned an enormous lesson in this experience about trust–who deserves it and who doesn’t.One last comment: Had the Pentagon, the White House, the Federal Reserve, and the Carlyle Group set out together to obliterate FTW, they could not have been more successful than Mike Ruppert has been. Mike Ruppert’s intentional destruction of FTW has been a gargantuan betrayal of his readers, subscribers, supporters, employees, and worst of all, a heinous betrayal of the resistance in the United States . Please remove me from all discussions of the fate of FTW and Mike Ruppert.

Carolyn Baker

Mike’s response lisped and stuttered mercilessly as he chucked one sterile threat after another at Carolyn. It’s hard to imagine that at one recent point during this time she and Mike cuddled on Mike’s $5,000, sustainable-living leather sofa in Ashland, eating pizza and watching movies. Again, I might not be able to stop myself from adding a comment or two.

From: Mike Ruppert [mailto:stgeorge119@gmail.com]
Sent: Sunday, November 05, 2006 8:18 AM
To: Michael KaneCc: carolyn@carolynbaker.org; FTW Admin: Brendan; Ken Levine; Ray Kohlman; Jennakilt@aol.com; Marion Black; Spencer Merkel; KLevine641@aol.comSubject:

Re: FTW NO LONGER HAS — A word on libel and message for Spencer

Enough bullshit, Carolyn.

Even within a small group like this, libel can is a legal issue if it is intended to unfairly cause damage or harm to a personal reputation or harm corporate interests. In a corporate environment like this, where assets are at stake, I think the laws might be even stronger. After all the laws always favor corporations, don´t they? Of course if you were to publish such crap or even circulate it through emails as you suggested (easily discoverable via subpoena) it would a dead-bang, open and shut case of libel.

Ray Kohlman frequently visits New Mexico and can file suit against you there. You would have to get a lawyer and the first thing your lawyer would ask for is your PROOF — proof like I put in Rubicon. I know proof. I have never been sued. Whoever led you down this primrose path, fed you bullshit and manipulated you will NEVER step forward to back you up.

They will leave you twisting because you were the only person stupid enough to put all these accusations in writing and sign your name to it. You were the perfect patsy. After you´ve explained to your lawyer what ¨evidence¨ you have his only possible advice to you would be: ¨Settle¨, ¨Settle now¨. You absultely were used. But it sure wasn´t by me.

Marion has indicated that there is a trust settlement offer. Ray had begun the process of confirming this. Soon he´ll be able to start executing on my behalf. I´m already personally trashed, my company is destroyed, so I don´t give a rat´s ass what people will say. I am ¨radioactive¨ as they say, but I am not dead. I can still move and that makes me dangerous. (And I’m sure that you’d agree that none of this could be constued as a threat, right Mike?)

I will get medical help and may have to return to the states to get quick access to the Trust. Who cares anymore? It would take only a very small portion of that to sue your ass off in New Mexico (In my opinion, I think it’ll take about a year, or a year and a half for ol’Mike to blow his wad). You have done more damage than you can possibly know to someone who has NEVER lied to you and an organization you professed to love. You were stupid enough to sign your name to these messages and I seriously doubt if you´ll have the common sense to ponder what a serious legal sling you have just put yourself in.

Be warned.

1) The day after the burglary was committed Mike Ruppert (MCR) had a ready-made story for the cops, his employees, his friends, and his readers. There was no need do an investigation because he already knew who did it, and why. (Of course the story, as well as the i.d. of the perpetrator(s) has changed numerous times over the past few years.) But at the beginning of what would be a long, strange ride, MCR named the culprit to be a recently-fired ex-employee, with whom he had a huge axe to grind due her allegation that he had on many occasions sexually harassed her. MCR had also tried to blame the same ex-employee for  egging of his house one week before the burglary (I only question his story regarding the egging purely because his story, yet again and again, kept evolving to suit his needs.) Without any proof that this woman or her friends had anything to do with said crime (as all alibis checked out), MCR had made up his mind. Later, over the months and eventually, the years MCR would go on to say that the Shadow Government had something to do with it, along with the help of a lot of other people (mostly ex-employees), including yours-truly.

2) Unknown to most people, especially MCR’s readers, MCR was in his office all day on the day of the burglary. The day was Sunday, and he was there all by himself. There is no mention of this fact in any article MCR has ever written about said burglary. Mike claimed that his alibi was that he was at home watching DeadWood, a show he wouldn’t miss for the world. He further rationalized that his Bronco “would stick out like a sore thumb” in front of the FTW office building — despite the fact that his Bronco was parked in the same spot day-in and day-out. MCR, therefore, is implying that the crime was committed sometime during the evening. However, being that he was there all day, MCR would have had more than enough time to smash through a few doors and destroy all the computers in the office. This goes along very well with Mike’s original claim that the perpetration of the crime “would have taken one person hours…and would have been physically exhausting.” Well, damn, how would he know?

3) Nothing was stolen. Nothing of sentimental value to MCR (which were many many items scattered throughout the office place) was damaged. Save the computers everything remained in tact. His father’s war medal, his display of every newsletter published by FTW, his precious library, just to name a few, were unmolested. A gun kept in MCR’s desk was untouched. I repeat, nothing but the computers and the doors was destroyed. Now does that sound like an emotional, revenge-motivated crime, as Mike claimed? Does it sound like the work of some Meth addicts, who would have at least stolen the firearm that they no-doubt would have found in his desk? Do I need to say more?

4) MCR was the first to “discover” the burglary. This was at 7am, two-three hours earlier than MCR ever showed up at the office. This is relevant because people who kill someone close to them — a wife, husband, etc. — are almost always the first to “discover” the body — for the purpose of attempting to further control the scene.

5) FTW was in extreme financial trouble and MCR’s readership was dropping off. What a better way to get some extra cash — not only from the insurance company, but from sympathetic followers, as well. Anticipating a quick and large payoff (although he would only get five grand) from the insurance company, MCR went on a balls-out shopping spree at Dell; sparing no expense, he replaced what was lost with the best top-of-the-line equipment he could get. After Mike fled the country I was told by a remaining employee that between the time of the “burglary” to the time of his dramatic “departure.” Mike had received approximately $50,000 dollars in donations from people who were trying to help save the website, not fund a new life for MCR. According to Mike’s long-term flunky, Ken Levine (as well as other sources in the know at the time), most of said money was pissed away by Mike during his short time in Venezuela — on drugs, booze, and whores.

EPISODE 45

Hello, welcome to the Carolyn and Joe Show Zoo. This weeks special guest are the one and only Carolyn and Joe! Yes, they’re back and ready for action. On this weeks thanksgiving episode Carolyn and Joe run amok on many subjects like, Kevin Smith!, Joe’s adult store documentary, Peter Jackson, Curls meeting Dave Navarro, how the mail man left Joe’s blu player in the rain,how twitter equals titter, and being woken up by Pamela Anderson, plus much, MUCH MORE! You can only find it here, so enjoy.

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The UK is buzzing right now, as Finnish, gothic love-metalers HIM announced an upcoming UK tour in March.

It is the first official tour announcement for the new Screamworks: Love In Theory And Practice album set for release in February.

The band already had five live shows lined up before the album drops;The UK is buzzing right now, as Finnish, gothic love-metalers HIM announced an upcoming UK tour in March.

It is the first official tour announcement for the new Screamworks: Love In Theory And Practice album set for release in February.

The band already had five live shows lined up before the album drops;

• Helldone – A special four day even happening in the Tavastia venue in Helsinki, Finland. The Helldone event happens every year, in which fans flock to Finland in their hordes to witness the magic of HIM playing live in their home town.

This year, HIM are playing four shows rather than the usual one New Years Eve show. Tickets for these four shows sold out in minutes and left hundreds upon hundreds of fans heartbroken.

• Soundwave Festival – In Brisbane, Queensland, Australia, February 2010. Soundwave festival which has a jaw dropping line-up for 2010 which also includes bands such as Faith No More, Jane’s Addiction, My Chemical Romance, AFI, Placebo, Paramore, Anthrax, Taking Back Sunday, Alexisonfire, Trivium, Eagles Of Death Metal and many more.

• UK March Tour Dates:

13 Norwich, UEA

14 Manchester, Academy

15 Edinburgh, Picture House

16 Newcastle, Academy

18 Bournemouth, Academy

19 Birmingham, Academy

20 Nottingham, Rock City

Yaymie
xxx

Congratulations to super_jamie who won the costume contest with her entry:

She will be getting a custom painted bag for winning. Congratulations!

Also, congrats to the winners of the costume contest on the MCR website!

album baru dikenali sebagai “love letter to rock and roll” dan “Untitled Fourth Album.

album-album my chemical romance:

• I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love (2002)
• Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge (2004)
• The Black Parade (2006)
• Untitled Fourth Album (2009/2010)
• love letter to rock and roll (2009/2010

My Chemical Romance.

Oh man.

It’s 2004 and music sucks. The reins of popular culture are firmly in the grasp of the likes of Avril Lavigne, Green Day, and Maroon 5. High school is over, but for others it was just starting, which explains why shitty music still reigns supreme.

Out of nowhere, a mess of a band called “My Chemical Romance” bursts into everyone’s ears with the sinfully catchy “I’m Not Okay (I Promise)” and the pop-punk-poop world is immediately shifted.

I like this band, I do, at least in principle. I’m amazed when bands with such young embers find the lifesource of a hit song and tap into it. They aren’t bad musicians, by any means, but they are better than most of their ilk, I’d say.

They managed to put out three albums in a relatively short period of time, going from ‘Who?” to “OH MY GOD!” to “Enough already” in just a few years. The first was subtle, promising, but ultimately amateur. The second, and most popular, cemented their place in their genre of choice.

Their third album is the one I’ll be discussing, as it’s the next in line of albums to leave my domain.

A concept album is a tough thing to create. It takes foresight, it takes nuance, and it collapses the second the narrative string gets cut in order to make time for a catchy single. “The Black Parade” is not a bad album, and for their age, it’s promising to think that bands of this generation understand their roots when making new tunes. But knowing where ya came from doesn’t mean just doing that will suffice.

Realize that, as a musician, every single thought you have that even feels remotely unique…is not. It’s been thought up a thousand times by a thousand people, some better than you and some not. So going for the safe route of picking the best part of your favorite bands growing up and duplicating the hooks and octaves to achieve the same feeling is full of fail.

The ballad “Cancer” sounds like REO fucking Speedwagon. We don’t need another REO Speedwagon. One was enough.

The Queen sound, with a Brian May impression for each guitar solo. The Pink Floyd fan in me ached at the blatant and watered down parts of “The Wall” that starts the album.

The album does have high spots, mostly in the areas where the high-ideas took a step down and the amps took a step up. When they stick to what they are good at, they represent all the good things said about them.

Seeing as how I’m not really buying albums anymore, I think I’m done with this band on an album basis, although a live performance could win me over.

Akhir-akhir ini gaya tulisanku di blog ini banyak dipengaruhi gaya bahasa yang sering dipake My Chemical Romance. Bahkan beberapa tulisanku membahas tentang band ini malah. Setidaknya MCR telah membuka mataku terhadap sesuatu yang tidak ku ketahui selama ini. Setelah mendengar lagu-lagu mereka, aku seakan mendapat suguhan inspirasi yang selama ini tidak ku keluarkan. Misalnya kemarin aku dapat ide buat nulis Letter For My Idol Girl setelah aku mendengar lagu Mama-MCR. Ini sulit dipercaya tapi ada sesuatu yang terasa baru dan inspiratif ketika aku mendengar lagu-lagu mereka. Seakan-akan imajinasi menjadi berkembang dan bebas.

Okeh, kyaknya sekarang aku mau dengarin lagu MCR lagi. Sebenarnya aku ini orang yang cepat bosan. Tapi semoga saja minatku terhadap band ini tidak luntur secepat itu. Dan masih terus berharap My Chemical Romance akan segera mengeluarkan album keempatnya

Elo!

Wczoraj napisałem mało, bo  byłem już zmęczony. To teraz napiszę może coś więcej. Zacznijmy może od tego, że od czwartku jestem chory – mam gorączkę, ból gardła, głowy, brzucha, rąk, nóg…  i wszystkiego. W piątek nie poszedłem do szkoły, i cały czas leżę w łóżku, po to żeby na (nie)szczęście w poniedziałek wrócić do szkoły. Na szczęście towarzyszą mi moi dwaj najlepsi przyjaciele – komputer i telewizor…  ach, co ja bym bez nich zrobił???…  bez komentarza…  w każdym razie, na pewno bym się strasznie nudził, zresztą i tak się nudzę. No ale między innymi właśnie z tego powodu reaktywowałem tego bloga. Chyba wrzucę go zamiast innego bloga na moim  homepage – dawidosddl.unl.pl – tak jest łatwiej. No dobra, a wracając do nudy, to dobrze że jest jeszcze muza – uwielbiam słuchać My Chemical Romance – jeah… MCR górą ;P. Dobra, już nie wiem co napisać, kończę na razie, nara!

Akhirnya hari ini ieroween sempat masuk dalam chart trend topic di twitter. Ini tentunya menunjukkan kalo orang-orang masih ingat dengan ulang tahun Frank Iero, gitaris My Chemical Romance yang bersamaan dengan hallowen. Makanya pada tanggal 31 Oktober kemarin juga disebut sebagai hari Ieroween. Awalnya aku dan teman-teman sempat pesimis kalau Ieroween mampu bersaing dengan topik lain untuk jadi trend topic, tapi pagi tadi ku liat topik ini udah masuk dalam daftar trend topic di twitter. Wah senangnya ulang tahun dari gitaris band favoritku ini bisa jadi trend topic. Sekali lagi selamat ulang tahun yang Frank. Semoga MCR makin sukses dan cepetan dong album keempat keluar. Kami MCRmy udah ga sabaran nih.

Eu ia postar um pequeno texto que eu fiz baseado em uma música mas mudei de idéia na última hora, aproveitando que hoje é halloween eu vou falar sobre o halloween \o/ na verdade não vou porque eu não tenho nada pra falar sobre isso, nenhuma festinha legal pra ir, só shows mas eu estou proibida (eu acho) de ir em shows.Eu não podia esquecer o halloween, muito menos o aniversário do Frank lindo sedução hahaha isso ai, então aproveitem as gostosuras e as travessuras (6

Frank Ieroween ♥

Dear gan, ternyata menjadi fans fanatik dari sebuah band itu agak susah juga ya. Nyatanya banyak juga teman-temanku yang ga sepakat pas ku bilang kalau aku ini fansnya My Chemical Romance. Walaupun sebenarnya ku tau mereka juga suka MCR. Temanku pernah bilang gini “Ngapain lu suka ma MCR, Bukannya tu band udah lama vakum dan ga tau rimbanya”. Okeh deh gan. Emang MCR udah lama vakum, tapi suatu saat nanti pasti mereka ngeluarin album kan. Ga mungkin dah seumur hidup mereka akan vakum. Jadi kalo masalahnya itu ku harap jangan dipermasalahkan dah. Lagian aku suka kok dengan album “The Black Parade” mereka. Sampai lima tahun kedepanpun mungkin ga bosan lagu di album ini ku dengar.

Bagian terberatnya bahkan ada temanku yang malah bilang “Lu suka sama band yang vokalisnya yang mirip Ivan Gunawan itu ya?”. Hah wtf. kalo yang ini asli dia ngarang dan mancing emosi. Jelas-jelas Gerard mirip Ruben. Halah. Maksudku Gerard yang ganteng macho kayak gitu kok disama-samain dengan Ivan Gunawan. Oke dah kalo Gerard pernah di gosipin emo. Tapi sekarangkan gaya dia udah ga emo lagi. Rambutnya sekarang udah mencla-mencle gitu lho (maaf yar). Tambah ganteng. Gag ada miripnya dah sama Ivan Gunawan. Kayak gag da kerjaan kan jadinya bilangin Gerard way mirip Ivan Gunawan. Lagian yang ku suka dari Gerard itu suaranya bukan gantengnya. Emang ku cewe pa yang kalo ngefans pasti liat wajah artisnya dulu. Halah.

Ada lagi temanku yang bilang gini “Lu ga konsisten. Dulu ngakunya Jrockstar, trus sekarang MCRmy. Gimana?” nah siapa bilang kalo aku sekarang bukan Jrockstar. Aku tetap suka kali dengan Jrock. Dan ga da salahnya kan kalo kita ngefans dengan dua band sekaligus. Lagian gaya musik MCR dan Jrock hampir mirip menurutku. Terang aja ga salah kalo ku bisa suka ma kedua band ini. Logis kan gan. Nah, ngomong-ngomong daritadi baca tulisanku ini ngerti ga? Ku aja yang nulis gag ngerti. Et dah!

Inilah malam mingguku. Memang sesuatu yang ditunggu-tunggu tapi bukan karena ada pacar yang rindu. Bagiku malam minggu tak ubahnya seperti malam lain. Hanya saja ada sesi liburan esok harinya. Bagian itulah yang ku tunggu-tunggu. Biasanya kegiatan di malam minggu hanya di habiskan bersama teman. Kumpul bersama sambil main gitar. Hah, itulah jadinya kalo di antara temanmu juga banyak yang melajang. Its not manner karena kami memang sudah terbiasa dengan hal itu. Yang maha kuasa tidak akan menyia-nyiakan hambanya. Pasti nanti suatu saat kami akan mendapatkan pasangan kami masing-masing.

Ah sudahlah, daripada ngomongin cewek lebih ngomongin kebiasaan baruku. Aku sekarang sedang tertarik dengan band My Chemical Romance. Bahkan aku sudah mendeklarasikan diri menjadi MCRmy. Setiap malam sebelum tidur aku selalu mendengar lagu MCR. Ini dia salah satu lagu band ini yang paling kusuka

  A few months (or was it years?) ago I came into possession of a handful of Point Horror books, all by various authours. I read two or three before they went into storage, which was where they stayed until recently. Having been stuck for something to throw in my rucksack to devour during form time at school, I was very glad I could grab a Point Horror from the shelf, toss it in my bag and leave for my educational insitiution with minimal hassle.

  Then I actually read a few of them.

  I was hoping to be frightened out of my wits by zombie boyfrieinds and psychic visions, but my most consistent thought throughout ‘The Boyfriend’, ‘Second Sight’ and ‘Deadly Attraction’ was that there was an oversuse of the same word in one paragraph.

  Appart from a handful of fanfictions on www.fanfiction.net I’m not a published writer so can’t pass judgement on the editors at Point Horror. However, I do wonder WHAT THE HELL THEY WERE THINKING. In Year Five I learnt that using a word more than once or twice in a paragraph is annoying. I have also learnt via trial and era that characterisation is often the key to an interesting plot.

  In ‘Second Sight’ the main character was blind, but thanks to cornea transplants she can see. What made her blind in the first place? Why does she live with her sister when her parents aren’t decrepit? What’s it like to finally be able to see?

  Perhaps I’m being picky. If it’s good enough for the publishers…

  Either way, I have come to the conclusion that although the Point Horror’s I’ve read so far haven’t been particularly well written or horrific, the group of people they were aimed for probably wasn’t the one I fall under (emo books? Gothic teen? Action thriller with wings?). I reckon that if anyone will enjoy PH novels, they are probably kids who aren’t all that into reading but don’t mind Halloween all year round.

  Music wise, I would like to plug Mindless Self Indulgence and Taking Back Sunday. If I felt like drawing a spider diagram I would link the two bands with a bubble containing the words ‘My Chemical Romance’. I first heard about TBS from MCR’s website (Ray or Frank recommended them) and MSI because My Chem’s frontman Gerard is married to their bassist, Lyn-Z.

  If I wanted to be kind I would tell everyone to get themselves down to Claire’s Accessories with four quid to buy the Halloween hair clips. As I bought them yesterday, I don’t want to. They are so cute I want them all to myself, witches’ hat and all. I will wear them on the 31st when I have twenty-five hours of Halloween due to travelling from France to England. Let’s hear it for time travel, folks…

  Francesca

“You better run like the Devil because they will never gonna leave you alone”  “You better hide up in the alley Cause they will never gonna give you a home”

This song by MCR has been ringing up min my head for a long time now. Its quite good, im loving my state right now and i got the perfect chance to bounce back from all the shit my entire life has been through. The days are now brighter. Lesser anxieties, lesser paranoia. No worries now, no persons pulling your tail down. I will try and stray away from this part of the interpersonal conversation of mine, ill surely mind my own business from now on. Regrets i will always have and now i face to correct every single thing that made me a wreck. Rebuilding here i come. Free me from this house of wolves where my flesh has been burning for the longest time. Im really excited and yet my head wants to stimulate me with ideas of visions on how things will be at the other end of the spectrum. I made it clear that i had nothing more to express but thoughts has been really jerking my mind off. I smirking to the facts and eventualities that has transpired. And i will wait for other eventualities and overhear any news that come my way. I wont really care but you know, even I, am not proud of things that i did. But lets see how it goes.

Sorry im talking crap here. But sometimes i just cant help it.

i hate looking back, but in this case i must look back from time to time. There are a handful of nuggets of knowledge that i came across with that wild journey. One is to destroy your opponent to a pulp whenever you have a chance. Do not let that one enemy get in your head, do not give him a chance to connive. It will be a dangerous setup for you to deal with. Translation? Patch up a small problem while its still small enough to patch up. When it blows, like that dam, an insurmountable flood of ouster plot will come your way. Its retarded and kind of perverse, i know. but i wasn’t really suited with that kind of armor and lets see, oh, i have been blindsided one too many times. But thats okay, i wont be if i had learned from it. But im a weakling, i can only take too much bullets. I am particularly disgusted with individuals who really made a lot of pain in the ass, well, i am particularly very disgusted with persons who have the tenacity to threaten you with ouster because your decisions and actions while you are on the helm. I am also really disgusted with people who would go below the belt, who would render obscene and profane insults just to get back at you. I’m glad that i never ever walked that path. Looking back, I just cant believe the magnitude of walls that i have to break down so that the end of the day i can be proud of myself for doing a less of a good job. But really, im glad its over. Now lets see how things will transpire. Im out and finally i have the peace that i wanted. time to focus on me, be distant and smirk.

What is your kind of House of Wolves? In the end of the day whenever your situation may be, just have faith that it will all end someday somehow. It may not end up good, but that’s exactly why its called the House of Wolves.

Its fugly.

Simply for Clarification, House of Wolves = Dilemmas and Problems, like if you went into a cave full of hungry wolves. Metaphorically speaking. Sigh. Alright i think i had explained myself. But sure, you can concoct any ideas you wish to interpret out of what you have read from here. You have your own brain after all. Lol.

Do i need a disclaimer to all posts? and Tweets? Hahaha. Damn it. Res ispa loquitur, It is what it is, ladies and gentlemen.

Matchless Crowd Racing lol Isn’t so funny when Kobayashi-san blasts pass you on the freeway

Red GTRs are sex