Nerdshamer - Will die

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Everything I write on this blog is going to be obsessively deconstructed by a psychotic freak with an unhealthy interest in me and everything I write and do.

I am never going to be able get rid of this sort of person in my life. Something that I do sets them off... their jealousy causes them to spend abnormal amounts of time reading about me, writing about me, and badmouthing me to others through blatant lies. (I.e. Accusing me of stealing things that you lost.)

It's pretty amusing to have a blogger who has written thousands of words about how much I "fail at life." I imagine that this post will warrant another incoherent rant that is as long as the last one. And I'm not afraid. Let it come... it's better that you write long whiny posts about how I am somehow inferior to you if the alternative is physically assaulting people with buckets or punching yourself to get a teacher fired.

I understand you have no knowledge of any facts of my life. All you can do is quote a paragraph or even a sentence out of my blog or my website out of context, and then write ten more paragraphs about how my posts is the sign of some disorder or other.

Here's a fact for you. No one cares. No one takes anything you say seriously because you are a hypersensitive spoiled bitch. And I know this post will get emailed to hundreds of people, and maybe five of them will actually read that email.

I'm not afraid of anything or anyone. I am not going to stop posting my thoughts online because some morbidly obese mental midget has a hard-on for slandering me on a daily basis. This is never going to stop and I've come to accept that. No matter how many times these sort of people offer "truces" or say they'll "stop bothering me" it always stays the same or gets even worse.

And I don't give a fuck. Go ahead. Take this quote and shove it up your ass. Let's see if you can write 5,000 words about my 500 words. On a serious note... you're not Maddox. You. Are. Not. Maddox. You are not funny. You are not witty. You do not have anything relevant to say.

While many of us from Generation Y are inspired by Maddox, your blog reeks as a pale impersonation, from the outrageous attempts at being offensive to the making straw men arguments against yourself by typing in ALLCAPS with bad grammar. It's all been done before, been done better, and you're not going to break any ground.

Get over me.

Labels: drama llama, fat stalker, stalkers


posted by Jesse at 2:56 AM | 0 comments

Tuesday, February 28, 2012​

It's tough being legendary. That's what I tell myself when I realize people aren't going to stop stalking me. A certain tub of lard has linked to two of my YouTube videos in a desperate attempt to make me look bad on his failed blog.

He only makes himself look bad with this, and I am happy knowing he will fail at life because he's allowed society to define him. He sees them as the "enemy." As a creature he must defeat. And thus, by intentionally becoming what society would hate, he is as much as (or more of) a slave to societal expectations than those who attempt to fit in.

He will never be truly happy because he always needs to have a battle to fight. He always has to have things in black and white, with enemies and allies. And I sit squarely in his enemies zone, with all of his internet rage flailing lardtardically in my general direction. That means I have already won. Because he cannot stop obsessing over me, linking to posts I made, I am the one who defines him. Simply by making a link or a video that would bait him, I could end him.

But instead, I know he'll ruin himself. He's pretty well on the path. And I know if anyone reads this, they'll tell me to get over myself or to stop acting self-important. Fuck that. Not falling for it. I am important. If I wasn't, why do angry fat men stalk me so readily? Maybe I smell like cheetos.

Labels: fat stalker, stalkers


posted by Jesse at 10:37 PM | 0 comments
 
I wasn't defending cheetos. I was questioning what cheetos ever did for you to always want to rape people with them. It's a fucking chip brother calm down.
I'm not actually mad, random internet person.

I am just tired of being targeted online.

I am suing that faggot shemale nigger hater Jesse Caleb (Gayleb) poWell-stroud

@Null you know i will win

I AM GETTING HIM IN ASS POUND PRISON

right to publicity

I can't do anything without being stalked


I AM A CELEBRITY

fuck you you fucking faggots
 
Ah...a redditor. This is starting to make some sense now.

The OP didn't get enough up votes for his totally hecking wholesome cat picture posts so he fixated onto some moderators account until he was banned multiple times.

Residing in the terminal shithole that is California, he is on disability and can sustain himself on government aid and locally sourced, artisanal crafted meth.

With no job, real life interactions, or family connections, he comes here to sperg as he has nothing else to fill his time.
 
I'm not actually mad, random internet person.

I am just tired of being targeted online.

I am suing that faggot shemale nigger hater Jesse Caleb (Gayleb) poWell-stroud

@Null you know i will win

I AM GETTING HIM IN ASS POUND PRISON

right to publicity

I can't do anything without being stalked


I AM A CELEBRITY

fuck you you fucking faggots
You seem pretty mad. Especially at hot cheetos. I'd understand not liking Chester Cheetah, but the grudge you have against a particular food product comes across as unreasonable.
 
I am gang s talked online from years ago

the internet is not reality

wake up you

sleep

duude

hellla gay i was just smoking a blutnt and now you buzz killed duuuude stfu

Ah...a redditor. This is starting to make some sense now.

The OP didn't get enough up votes for his totally hecking wholesome cat picture posts so he fixated onto some moderators account until he was banned multiple times.

Residing in the terminal shithole that is California, he is on disability and can sustain himself on government aid and locally sourced, artisanal crafted meth.

With no job, real life interactions, or family connections, he comes here to sperg as he has nothing else to fill his time
 
If he continues with such verbosity then i will have no choice but to be utterly verklempt
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