I guess someone got a little too big for their boots, and wrote a flurry of cheques his arse couldn't cash.
Where is your post that so boldly proclaims you have more traffic than me? You deleted it, because you know you can't back it up. Good job reeling your new squeeze in, Brig!
Every last one of the "members" on your board are fabricated, Daoud. And you ducked and hid your hand, but were too slow on the draw to do so effectively.
The key major fuck up which you refuse to admit to is when you mishandled your forum software (probably because whatever barrel of monkeys you pay to run it turned on you and bit the hand that starved) and a mass screen name deletion took place and you're too stupid to figure out how to retitle the socks so that they appear to be real, live ex-BellGab major players.
The truth is, Brig only sips on your nippledick and strokes your hairy, hideous ego because Lee suicided her old stomping grounds and replaced it with a Facebook husk. Brig doesn't like you, let alone love you, and all she needs you for is to spite me. Little does she know her lack of participation here or on any of its previous iterations is no loss to the user base.
So, you have more eyeballs held captive than I? How wrong you are, and how little self awareness you possess because, even though you wish with all your heart that that were true, you are too paranoid to let anyone in on the conversation as you'll quickly burn whatever bridges you encounter and have more people opposing you than you can comprehend.
All this from a man who literally shed tears over the mention of my name, bit the heads off all of his so called "friends" when he perceived that he may not be the centre of attention for a 5 second stretch.
The truth is, numbers don't matter to me, at all. And they never have. But the fact that your website gets more traction than mine is patently untrue. I've had accomplices and frienemies sign up over here no questions asked no lies told. While you tried to emulate my BellGab spinoff model and failed miserably at it.
No one likes you. Not even the one person that has convinced you somehow that she is in your corner. She only puts up with you because you're malleable, and its easy for her to mould you into the type of individual she needs to vicariouasly live through and feed off.
So for all the things you've said and written about me, and all the personal attacks you've poured your time into for the past few years, just know it wasn't for naught. It has certainly been a highly entertaining show you've put on. I look forward to an actual showdown, though. One in which you and I face off more directly, and not just take swipes at each other from the shadows.
You've avoided addressing me directly, and used the indirect nature of the hearsay you desperately watch and listen for as fodder for content. Without me, your board would get no hits whatsoever and you know that. Even if you won't admit it. All you do is repost is YouTube clips and thumbsuck clickbait subject headers to attract attention.
You say I think that I'm a "big tough guy with" a "big mouth," and refuse to talk to you. I've given you ample opportunities to talk to me, no holes barred, and you've run from those opportunities and phoned Jack to find out what it is I wanted and what it is I talk about.
Everybody needs to know what a pussy you are, and anybody with half a brain can see what a pussy you are. You also call me a Satanist, but you are in league with one yourself: Michael Decon. You were his producer. You probably self-sabotaged that relationship in no time flat. Look, I don't need to explain my personal beliefs to you. In fact, I don't care what you do or don't believe.
What matters is that you're a chicken. That is why you told me to "GO AWAY." For the simple reason that you couldn't handle the truth. You were too afraid to deal with me. There's only room for one ego in the room, as far as your lived experience goes: YOURS.
I have never, in my life, ever encountered such a soft-cock, overgrown crybaby that throws the type of hissy fits you do when you don't get your way.
Dynamo Hum was right. You've never been told "no."
