Uncategorized

TheSick.net is over. It’s been a great many years. But the more I read over these insane writings of mine, the more I realize it’s time to close this chapter of my life.

Clearly, I’m a talented writer. Since I do it professionally now, I just don’t like this anymore. What I did on this website was fucking AWESOME. But it wasn’t writing. It was long insane angry ramblings, half of which is complete bullshit.

Let me pull back the curtain. Here’s TheSick.net formula for success. Take any issue you feel passionately about, multiply that passion by about 50, then use vulgarity and obscenity to intelligently make your point. And you’ve got a fucking post.

That’s not me anymore. And like I said, some of these issues I intentionally took the minority opinion on and used the formula above to create a “shocking” post. It’s entertainment, fuckers!

Now all my writing is done in radio. I write copy for advertisers. I write for 20 hours a week just for the air. Jokes, bits, stories, etc. That is real writing. This stuff, this is just typing.

So I enjoyed my time as an internet typist who gave his opinion on all things. And trust me – THAT part will never die. I genuinely fucking HATE the bullshit that happens in this world, and THATS why I write. And that’s why I have a #1 rated radio show. Because I just have to open up my mouth.

It’s been fun. But it’s been over for a while now. The Sick – someone with no boundaries who just intentionally tried to piss people off on the internet, turned into a professional on the radio. And that’s that. Enjoy the site. Hopefully one day I’ll make it big and will be able to say: This is where I started.

George Carlin died yesterday. Some may already know this, but George Carlin was my biggest inspiration in this entire world. He is the reason I went after my dream of entertainment. He is the reason I made a blog. He is the reason I used profanity and obscenities to intelligently describe my well thought out points. Well, sometimes they were well thought out.

Point is, this blog exists because of the inspiration of George Carlin. And I only took the next step to radio because of the success of the blog. And it’s the continued inspiration of George Carlin that helps me every day on the radio. If all of my hopes and dreams come true, it will be in large part due to the inspiration of George Carlin.

I saw George Carlin long before I heard him. On Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. As Mr. Conductor on PBS. That was when I was a boy. He was just that guy… When I was 16, my sister let me borrow George Carlin’s “You Are All Diseased”.

Quite possibly George’s most angry show considering the death of his wife two years earlier, I fucking LOVED it. It made me think. It taught me to question everything. It made me laugh so hard. I really can’t describe it. I just knew that I wanted to hear every word this man had to say. It could never get old.

As proof of that, my girlfriend can tell you that every single night, I go to sleep listening to George Carlin on my iPod. Every single night. I have every single recording he’s ever made. All 22 of his albums. And all three of his audio books. I listen to it all. I listen learn. I study his timing. His choice of words. His logic. His arguments. But most of all, I listen because there’s nothing better than falling asleep listening to the funniest person alive.

But now I can say that I fall asleep every night listening to funniest person who has ever LIVED… My biggest hero. The one person who has made the greatest impact on my development as a human being. Socially, mentally, and as a performer. George Carlin is without a doubt, my hero.

In 2005 George Carlin was working on his Life Is Worth Losing HBO special. He was coming to Orlando. I HAD to go. I went on to get tickets. Everything was sold out. I was crushed. I called the box office, they said sometimes they release tickets closer to the end so keep trying.

So I kept trying every hour on Tickermaster.com when all of the sudden… two front row tickets popped up. Two.. Front… Row… Tickets. I bought them both, took my best friend, and I was literally front row, DEAD CENTER. I could see the swear glisten on his neck. I watched them bring out his stool. I heard a man give the instruction to put Evian water in an unmarked bottle. It was truly one of the top 5 happiest moments of my life. Probably top 3. Maybe top 2.

I will hold on to that memory forever. I will cherish every single word of every recording this great man released for our enjoyment. In his late career, it wasn’t all about telling a funny witty joke. He wanted to expose the bullshit. He hated bullshit. He hated the fakness. He hated words that covered up the truth. He loved to point out that this country was founded by slave owners who said all men are created equal.

That’s who George Carlin really was. A man with the greatest ability to jump into the bullshit, wrestle around in it, harvest it, repackage it, and put it on a silver platter of gut busting hilarity for you.

To sum it up quite simply. George Carlin was my favorite person. Out of all the people on this earth, he was simply, my favorite. He was without question the greatest, most brilliant, ingenious comedian to ever step on a stage. And once he did step on to that stage, he never stopped. He did a show last weekend for Christ’s sake. He was still on fire. He made two HBO specials since 2004. While it makes me very sad to know that there will never be a new Carlin HBO special, I’m extremely grateful that he was able to pump out two more for us.

The strange part is, George Carlin joked about death so much, that it doesn’t seem so bad. He had the same quirky, obscure, skewed outlook on death as he did everything he else in the world. There will never be another person as brilliant and genius as George Carlin to make comedy. People as genuinely brilliant as George Carlin usually end up working at NASA. Carlin used his brilliance to make us laugh. He used is ingenious way of thinking to slap us in the face with the truth and then make us laugh about it.

I’ll miss him a lot. He was the best. And no one will ever be as good as him. George Carlin was so important to me, and is so special to me, that I can not possibly end this in a way that justifies the way I feel. So in George Carlin’s own words:

“I have no ending, so I take a small bow”

18 year old step son sodomizes man’s 8 year old daughter. Wife bails son out of jail, Step Dad picks him up, brings him to an abaandoned house. He then beats him with a baseball bat and sodomizes HIM with an unknown metal object.Read the story.

I would, in all honestly, do the same thing. Possibly more. I would make the conscious and rational decision to do justice myself. I almost believe it’s your duty as a father. And the interesting thing is, I believe most people would agree.

And I would gladly accept any legal consequences. I simply wouldn’t care. It would be much harder to live without exacting my revenge than to live in jail for a bit. Truthfully.

Does this make me fucked up? Does this make me crazy? I don’t think so. Anyone who knows anything about America’s prison system knows going to jail or prison simply makes you a better, more intelligent and credible criminal. It rarely helps.

Taking away someone’s freedom is simply not adequate punishment for; sodomizing your stepsister. Your Mom’s Husband’s daughter. Someone who calls you their brother. He deserved every bit of sodomizing he received in turn. He deserved the baseball bat beating. And he deserves for the world to know that he got raped in the ass with a big metal object. And I bet he cried like the weak pathetic scumbag bitch he is.

With the return of an election year and the primary’s bring the return… of Fucking Matt.

I’ve been so dedicated to radio and the writing I do for it, I just don’t have the time or energy to write the way I write on this site. A lot of time and effort goes into everything I write on this site.

But I’m a radio host now, meant to entertain and make people laugh. I’m not just an angry writer, with a fucked up perception of the world. I’ve grown and matured. Having a kid will certainly do that to you.

I haven’t changed. Just grown and evolved. I’m more determined than ever, and the radio thing is really happening in a way I never dreamed of. I’m very fortunate. And I’m pretty fucking talented too.

‘
I will be making an effort to write more. I may not come in and say, “Huckabee is a fucking idiot and I best he molested boys when he was a practicing Baptist Minister.” None of that. Besides, Huckabee is way too likable to do anything like that. Maybe Thompson.

And for the record, its only January, but Obama inspires me, and he at least gives me the illusion that change is possible. In reality, I’ll take any Democrat other than Hillary, just to unfuck up the past 8 years of Bush. The Dark Era of Bush and Cheney. History will tell that story. The Dark Lords of America’s Past.

I need to say something very brief, yet very important. I’m referring to George Bush’s newly appointed war advisor, who considers the draft an option.

I can talk about the facts surrounding the appointment of this low level general to this position. I could focus on the fact that two other generals turned down the job, likely because anything other than “LEAVE FUCKING IRAQ, BOMB THE ENTIRE PAKISTAN BORDER” is just plain fucking stupid. Nonsense. Tom foolery. Incompetence. That is THE ONLY advisory to make.

But I won’t focus on that. This is what I want to say. I know that because of this phenomenal failure in Iraq, the second any country steps up, a draft will be instated. It might happen next week, or it might happen if Iran decides it wants to take over Iraq.

But when that does happen. I can only hope more than anything that left wing, right wing, conservative, liberal and independent can all rise up together, acknowledge the line has been crossed, and promptly burn down the White House and take control of the country.

We would put Cheney and Bush on trial in the same way the new Iraq put Saddam on trial. Then we could execute them 2 days after their trial in the middle of the night, and release the HD quality videos of those executions on YouTube. I’m sure we could do that part better.

I truly hope that a full revolt of our country would happen if any of these motherfuckers reinstate the draft. This President or the next should be physically removed from office by the American people. Riot police can’t stop a nation, and I truly hope that our nation would rise in the event of a draft. That is my line.

Of course, the exception would be if we were actually invaded by a real country. If Iran dropped a bomb on New Jersey, I would then hope with the same amount of passion that men would rise to the occasion to willingly fight for their country. I would. If we were attacked at home by a real enemy.

But of course, we made Iraq our enemy. And every day we’re over there, with every civilian killed, we create more enemies in the muslim world. And guess what? They’re not afraid to blow themselves up to kill more than one of us. In fact, it makes them happy to die. It is THE greatest honor.

We are creating the enemy. It’s time to cut our losses and stop creating more enemies. The Muslim World is not to be fucked with. Again, they are glad to kill themselves in order to kill us. They’re fucking insane. And we are not. So let’s just leave them alone and deal with the mess we’ve made. And prevent a fucking draft.

Episode 10

Checking in to talk about various news items including the failed London Bombings and my take on the pathetic UK Islamic Terrorists. Completely clueless when it comes to bombing shit.

Also, don’t think that I’m going to stop writing. Not the case! Just very, very busy and I prefer to work on my radio career in my spare time.

Initially, I gave Cho: The Virginia Tech Killer sympathy. I feel for kids who get to that point where they don’t know what else to do. I explained that if someone took the time out to give this kid some fucking compassion, he probably wouldn’t have done this.

As more details have come out, it has become quite evident that nothing was going to stop Cho. He was done with the world, period the end. All the school security, counseling, compassion and court orders wouldn’t have done one bit of good.

Cho was toast. He was done for. Stick a motherfucking fork in his goofy Korean ass. Nothing was going to stop him. We’ll never know the torment and suffering he endured in his life that brought him to this. But what we do know is that he had many legitimate chances at redemption. He had chances to seek and receive help. It was handed to him on a silver fucking platter.

He had it easy, and the fuck rejected it. He knew he was ill and he was intelligent enough to know that he needed medicine and therapy. There was a time in my life where I recognized that fact and dove in head first and came out happy as a pig in shit. He could have done it. He just didn’t have the courage. He was rotten, unsavable, and purely evil.

Kids in high school and middle school can be saved. But disturbed people come to a point when they’re gone. The Jeffrey Dahmers and Charles Mansons of the worlds. I want to tell the story of the chihuahua. This is a true life story that happened to me and is a perfect analogy for people like Cho and for drug addicts as well.

I was driving and I saw a little chihuahua run across the road faster than a rabbit. I have a huge soft spot for dogs, so I pull over and try to catch him. It was on a road near the main highway and I didn’t want him to get hurt. I tried to catch him, but he wouldn’t let me even get close to him without bolting – and he was fucking fast. Inevitably, I kept chasing him until he got closer and closer to the highway. The little fucker bolted and maid it across the highway. What happened to him after that, I do not know. It was impossible for me to catch him – no matter how badly I wanted to.

The little chihuahua didn’t want to be caught. Free will is very powerful. If a disturbed Korean kid wants to blast up his school – he will find a way to do it. When the Islamic terrorists wanted to kill as many Americans as possible – they found a way to do it. In Iraq, when an Iraqi insurgent wants to take out a few of our troops – he finds a way. People who are willing to die for their cause always find a way.

There was no stopping Cho. Nothing. Forget about gun control, security, red flags, judges, counselors, medicine, eBay, and rubber fucking ducks. Nothing was going to stop Cho from seeking his revenge and showing the world just how fucking pissed he was. Nothing.

I have intentionally waited a few days to weigh in on the Virginia Tech Massacre. I wanted to wait and let things sick in and make the right opinion. I often change my mind on things if I speak too early. After a lot of thought, I have come to a conclusion.

I have talked about these things before. I have strong feelings about the people who do these things. I never blame them – only the events that have shaped their lives do I blame. But this is different.

My usual belief in these situations are simple. It was a kid who had no other way to deal with his pain. But he wasn’t a kid, he was a senior in college. He had other ways. He was told he needed help and was referred to a mental health facility. He was offered help.

But after careful review of the new video that has come out, I have made my decision. This fucking Cho… Regardless of age, had that the exact same sickness as every other kid I’ve studied who has gone on these shooting sprees. All of these people knew this kid was fucked up, and absolutely NO ONE did a motherfucking thing to help him.

Sorry fuckos, calling the cops and saying “AHHH I’M AFRAID OF CHO” isn’t very fucking helpful. No teacher befriended him and reached out to him as a mentor. This kid sat there dying inside everyday at that fucking school, and no one did a thing. All this little fuck needed was ONE person to care about him.

If this was a 30 year old guy shooting up a grocery store, my opinion would be completely different. These cases are all the same though. This is a kid who was fucked with his whole life, and in his own words, had cancer induced in his brain via the torment he suffered his whole scholastic career. He said it all himself, I don’t need to make the case for him.

It’s a simple scale. Suicide is what happens when pain overcomes the ability to cope. When you throw blind generalized anger onto the pain side of things, this is what happens. The second Cho walked into that school, he was already dead. He had already killed himself. He just wasn’t dead yet.

Initially, I thought this guy was plain and simply an insane motherfucker. I thought he was a scumbag whose parents should be beaten for raising such a fucking murderous piece of shit. It’s obvious though. He wasn’t born this way. He said it himself: You fuckers made me this way. “You’ve vandalized my heart, raped my soul, tortured my conscience.”

This was a guy who was pushed to the edge of his coping cliff. He just couldn’t do it anymore. I’m sure he was fucked with throughout his grade school days, and in college I’m sure he was a loaner who no one gave the time of day unless he was writing violent plays. The point is, he could have been saved. He was a kid who needed help and no one gave a shit enough to help him.

I’m not defending his actions. While certainly impressive to the extent of his madness, what he did was unspeakably fucking wrong. The fucking gooky motherfucker put at least three bullets in every person he attacked. But the fact remains; there was no other way for him and he was still a kid. He could have been saved. He wasn’t at the Charles Manson/Ted Bundy stage.

I have the solution and the answer. If this would have happened, then I would be railing against the school, the police, and the faculty involved. It’s the one and only thing and could have saved him. Compassion.

This is what needed to happen: Someone needed to say “Hey Cho, I think you’re pretty smart… let’s be friends.” Cho needed something to live for. He needed someone to believe in him. He needed someone to inspire him. He needed someone he gave a fucking shit. Life your whole life in an insanely disciplined Korean household alone with no one to ever talk to or share your thoughts and struggles with, and you might lose your fucking mind too.

There have been times in my own life where I have felt this blind anger and loneliness, and I have felt angry at the entire would like this. No, I didn’t want to kill everyone. But there have been dark times with me where I have just absolutely hated the entire world and everyone in it. I know how this kid felt, except it was to a degree that I just can’t fathom.

So this is how you prevent this from ever happening again. Everyone who attends or works at a school needs to show more love and compassion. I know your life is busy and you’ve got a lot to think about, but when you see a kid who doesn’t smile, consider reaching out and doing something to make him smile.

Consider lending your heart and mind to someone who looks like they need it. Not out of fear for what they may do in the future. Do it to be a decent person. A lot of kids like Cho never acquire the proper social skills. Outcasts who can never get over the shyness of saying Hello to a stranger. Seek them out and be a friend. Be a good guy or girl and change someone’s life.

These people are a breed. They’re just dead inside, and society does it to them. The kids wear them down with the incessant bullying in school. Then they get old and go to college and spend it in solitude. If one person would have befriended Cho and showed a genuine care in him, he would not have done this. I’ll bet he was a virgin too, which also contributed to this.

Bottom line – Show some love and put your hand out to people. Show some interest and help. Not everyone is as perfect as you, and there’s nothing wrong with being a decent person. It just could save a life and you just might be a hero.