Bloggers Boot Camp

Look at what I found for free at my local library? Someone had left it there and me being the nostalgia freak that I am, picked it up and took it immediately.

This book heralds back to a time when blogging was all the rage and at its peak - around 2005 to 2006, right? Nope. 2012. Talk about being late to the party.

Why so long? Blogging by then was dead as a doornail. Twitter came up on the scene and suddenly people wanted to read glorified text messages from their favorite celebrities, or get into some toxic libtard virtue signal debate. I remember it was specifically in 2008, because I saw a video where Ashton Kutcher was grinning like some retard at his cellphone in front of an audience, explaining how cool it was that he was using it. It took the world by storm practically overnight.

The effect wasn't instant, but by 2010, blogging was on its last legs. Favorites like Tucker Max, Erin Tyler (The Bunny) and people that I knew personally, had pretty much moved on. Social media was changing, MySpace became a music venue and Facebook was all the rage. People wanted to play Farmville and Mafia Wars, or they wanted to go onto Reddit and 4chan. They were doing it for the Lulz.  By 2011, people couldn't remember what a blog was.

So what's inside the book? Everything that you already know, but someone took the time to spell it out. Here's a run down of each chapter:

Chapter 1 - The Niche

Chapter 2 - Getting Started

Chapter 3 - Target Practice

Chapter 4 - Hello World

Chapter 5 - What to Write About

Chapter 6 - How to Write a Blog Post

Chapter 7 - Mob Rule, Inciting a Riot, and Freedom of Speech

Chapter 8 - Building Traffic, Making Money and Measuring Success

Chapter 9 - Ethics Problems and How To Solve Them

Chapter 10 - Building an Empire

For the most part this is all self-explanatory. The only thing I didn't do with this blog in its heyday was have it generate revenue. Stupid me. I know, right?

Chapter 5 and 6 are no-brainers. Write about what you like and make it interesting. Or, write about events in your life and change the names to protect the guilty. You don't need some asshole from work getting a whiff of what you wrote about them, and having them take it to the H.R. Department, or worse, try to kick your ass in the parking lot. I've always been good about that.

I do find it funny that Chapter 7 addresses how you can use your blog to troll people and start flame wars. That was never my interest, since the last thing I need is for a bunch of pink haired freak shows to dog pile and get me canceled. Still, I do take great delight when libtards fall on their own metaphorical swords and don't mind mocking them for it when they do. 

Chapter 9 is simple. Post a disclaimer on your blog and if anyone tries to sue for defamation, libel or slander, then just take the shit down. I claim that this blog is a parody of life, especially my life. It's a sick joke that even I don't find funny. It serves as an outlet that nobody reads.

Overall, I like that I stumbled across this book when I did. It's a keepsake of sort that I'm going to hold on to, because in the age of Instagram, Tik-Tok, and all that other bullshit, I like to take the time to read something that isn't a 5 second distraction with some Weaboo music playing in the background. Social media has become total cringe and the fact that I can still blog in 2025 is some respite from it all.

Heh.

Twenty Years

Ha Ha Ha

Holy shit.

TWENTY YEARS IN GERMANY!!!!!

(What a wild fucking ride it's been!)

I had no idea getting off the flight from BWI to Rhein-Main, 20 years ago to the day, that I would spend more time in one location than I could've imagined. I came here from Korea, full of rage, anger, and hatred for how I had been treated over there, as well as the fact that I didn't make rank then. (Rumor has it that nobody at Kunsan made Tech Sgt. in 2005, due to the extremely high cut-off score at the time). I had a grudge, a score to settle, and most of all, I wasn't taking anymore bullshit from women. Either shit or get off the pot. Don't waste my fucking time. I had become assertive to the point where I no longer gave a damn, and it showed.

My sponsor who picked me up from the airport, insisted that I go out to eat for schnitzel, since it would be my first official meal in Germany. I was tired, jet-lagged (I never sleep on international flights), and had been up for over 24 hours at the time. I just wanted to go to bed and then talk about maybe eating German cuisine after I had gotten some good shut-eye. Nope. Had to do it right away. All I remember was that her husband looked like a human penis head, and their friends didn't know how to behave in public. The guy friend was a raging asshole to his wife, and she just suffered through being embarrassed by his shitty behavior the entire evening. What a way to make a first impression. I never saw them again, but that first evening in this country will always stick with me.

Perhaps it shouldn't of surprised me, since my sponsor also turned out to be a royal fucking bitch, despite my never insulting her. Within a short time, I saw how she behaved like she was on some kind of hot-girl-bitch power trip at work, even though she wasn't hot. Even if she got herself dolled up, she looked like the type of person who smelled like sour milk, despite how much time she spent putting on make-up and doing her hair. I laughed at her behind her back. Within a year, her and her human penis head husband both got orders back to the States, to whatever shit hole Air Force Base that I forget. Another person who made a lasting impression.

Instead of recounting my time here, I'll just tell you to reread all my previous posts by clicking on the links to the right of this page. Yep, they're still up. I haven't changed a thing. Why would I? This serves as a journal and a personal reflection in my life. It's been fucked up, chaotic, confusing and distressing at times, but who's life hasn't been? What's fucking wild is that this shit-stain of a blog has over 50,000 views. How? I mean, I had friends link my blog to their blog, as well as some famous pop artists (COOP), and even a national blogger who rode the coat tails of Tucker Max to get her popularity (Erin Tyler aka The Bunny), but I'm by no means a mainstream person or a pop culture flavor of the month. I'm some fucking weirdo introvert who has lead a painfully solitary life for most of his existence. It was only 10 years ago that I found someone just as fucked up as I am who agreed to marry me. It's been an adjustment, you could say.

I have to bring up the fact that between 2005 - 2007, the Air Force was going after people left and right, who had blogs. I remember one guy who was in the California National Guard up in Sacramento got kicked out for his blog "How to Kill People" based on the title alone. Never mind the fact that it was a dark comedy blog and a parody of his own life, no, no, no, just the title alone gave the Air Force the willies. I think he was a chauffer for some general at the time, although he never spilled any details. There was also Joe The Fat, who ran a message board where people could vent about stupid military crap. It was known as Chair-Force.com and it was fucking hilarious. My good friend Randy turned me on to it when we were at Misawa, back in 2003/4 timeframe. Joe even briefly made national attention when his website was featured in a magazine or two, as a back page article, or just a paragraph. The notoriety even allowed him to meet Tucker Max. (I met up with Joe and his girlfriend at the time -now wife- in August 2005 before flying over here. Hilarity did ensue, but not in the way that you would've thought). There was even the "Coed Naked AEF" blog in 2006 that got the owner kicked out (again due to the title of the blog, not because there was any spicy content), even though the blog itself was dedicated to people having fun off duty, while deployed to remote locations. It was a very PG-rated blog from what I briefly remember. All of this took the Air Force by storm, and it was on a witch hunt because engaging in social media was somehow "taboo". It even extended to people who had photos of them holding a glass of wine at a dinner party on their My Space account (ha ha remember that?), or enjoying a beer at Oktoberfest in Munchen. I don't know how, but this blog was spared. Nobody approached me at work, or knocked on my door at home. While others were getting scalped left and right, my blog was somehow bulletproof. (Funny side note, once I went to the Andrews AFB library to use their computers, and this blog was blocked due to "violence". I had to laugh because at that time, I didn't have any such graphic imagery written). Then, a year later, all of that went away seemingly overnight, when Big Blue decided to embrace social media, since My Space, Facebook and Twitter  were becoming mainstream. I could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but still had to watch my p's and q's. 

Now, nobody reads blogs anymore. The only "visitor" I get on a recurrent basis is the Amazon bots that ping my page on a daily basis. Why? Because I have a link to their website for the KMFDM album that you should be listening to (I really need to update that section, but to be honest, even I no longer listen to KMFDM). Blogs are so 2005, and here we are living in a world of tweets, Instagram and Tik-Tok posts. Anything that doesn't last more than 10 seconds doesn't capture the interest of the infantile masses anymore. The few regulars that I had, have moved on and have widely forgotten about this little corner of the internet. Just like Tucker Max, The Bunny, and Maddox (anyone else remember that guy?) this blog has faded into obscurity. 

I will say that by in large, I've come to terms with a few things since my time in the military, but only because I've had time to decompress from that experience, to be able to develop and grow as an individual, and no longer be harassed by power-tripping assholes that reinforce the toxic culture of the Air Force. I can tell people to fuck off if they deserve it, and it's not going to impact my career. I can vote with my feet if I think a supervisor or a work place isn't treating me right. I'm still at odds with some residual things, but for the most part I've moved on, and am better for doing so. I've enjoyed knowing the other bloggers who were popular at the time, as well as the few fans that I had. To show my appreciation, I had some Short Bus Mafia t-shirts made and mailed it to them if they wanted one. The only stipulation was that they had to send me a photo of them wearing it (which most did).

While I've taken a back-burner to all the concerts, video games, and touring places, I will say that I've had an overall better quality of life in Germany, than I would've had I returned to the States after my original time at Ramstein had ended. Even the greats eventually settle down and retire, and I'm no different in that regard either. I'm quite content being a nobody. Being invisible. I still keep this blog going, although it's been considerably less (as you've seen). I really don't care to so well known and I'm quite fine with that. Here's to another 20 years in Germany.

Heh.

RIP Ozzy

 

RIP Ozzy Osbourne. 

Too bad you didn't die on the shitter like all the greats do, or from some sexually transmitted disease. Dying on the toilet would definitely be the REAL "Crazy Train", at least in my book.

I honestly thought you would outlive Keith Richards, or at least be neck-and-neck with him like Betty White was.

I saw Black Sabbath in Frankfurt back in December 2013. I had bought 2 tickets for myself and my girlfriend at the time, only she bailed on me because she was going to break up with me a week later (unbeknownst to me at the time), and was in the process of distancing herself from me emotionally. Her loss, because it was the most fucking awesome concert ever. After all, it was Ozzy! I think Mastodon opened for them, but I don't honestly remember - or care - since any band opening for Black Sabbath can't compete (unless it's AC/DC then okay). All I remember is that they opened with War Pigs and ended with Fairies Wear Boots that had some half-naked chick dressed up as a fairy on the screen, with her titties showing. It was the most awesome night.

So now Hell has gained its top servant. You can't tell me that with all of the demonic imagery on his albums, Ozzfest artwork, and songs like Mr Crowley, that he wasn't in league with the forces of darkness. I mean, the man bit the head off a fucking bat and even the head off a dove. Even Alice Cooper didn't go that far, he only pretended to decapitate himself on stage using a mannequin double. More so gore, and not so much occult imagery.

Ozzy's influence on music can't be denied. There would be no Type O Negative without Black Sabbath, and Peter Steele even admitted that before he died. Just listen to any of their albums and you can hear it. Rob Zombie even once said that everything in heavy metal was first done all by Black Sabbath, and you're either speeding it up, slowing it down, or just changing the chords around. That's pretty daring for someone of his talent to claim, and I believe him. 

Let's not forget that Ozzy had a few close calls before, which gave everyone a scare, especially that time he was riding an ATV which overturned and broke some of his ribs. Everyone was concerned that he would no longer be able to sing, since the injury impacted his lungs. Thankfully, he recovered enough to where it didn't prevent him from doing what he loved the most - and that was banging his hairdresser! Yeah, I didn't forget about that either!

Still, as awesome as Ozzy was, it was his wife Sharon that kept him on top, and let's not forget about that. She stuck with him through thick and thin, even through all his infidelities. It may have been love at first, but towards the end, it was because she wasn't going to let go of her cash cow. Would you? Absolutely not. She's one smart cookie and a shrewd business woman, and hell, if she's interested in turning me into the next hottest commodity, I wouldn't say no. Without Sharon, Ozzy would've died alone somewhere in some cheap motel room, cluttered with empty vodka bottles and pizza boxes.

Ozzy was no saint, but the man was personable. As flawed as he was, he didn't try hiding it by pretending to be larger than life, or somehow above everyone. You saw how down to earth he was in The Osbournes, as well as in all the interviews he gave. He was a genuine person who didn't let the fame go to his head. I'll always remember him like this, more so than who he was on stage.

RIP Ozzy, you will be missed. Thanks for the music. You're probably pissing on the Alamo in Hell right about now. 

Heh.

Overwhelmed

"You never used to be afraid of days like these, but now you're overwhelmed by your anxieties."

Paul McCartney, being old as balls, hits the nail on the head with this lyric. Watch the video.

What the fuck has happened to me to where I now have an overwhelming sense of dread? I mean with everything. Work, life, relationships, money, the future.

I now go through everyday not wanting to deal with whatever problems or responsibilities that I may have, be they big or small. I don't want to deal with the people I work with, customers, or any kind of requests that they might have. If I have to work, I don't want to be bothered with their bullshit. I haven't been happy with my employment situation for quite some time, and no matter how many different jobs I apply for, in the end, I'm right where I started. With corporations and Big Tech now worshiping AI like some false god, any form of employment, no matter how small, will be treasured, not just valued.

Speaking of Big Tech, I am sick of their shit too, especially Microsoft. Seems like they're constantly pushing updates that are unwanted and unnecessary. I'm convinced that it's all bloatware and spyware at this point, since they're doing everything to kill Windows 10 and force people to accept Windows 11. Nobody wants Windows 11. It's the Windows 8 of this decade. Even my X-Box One is doing another update as I type this. Why? All I do is watch You Tube and DVDs on the thing now; I can't remember the last time I used it for gaming. 

I do my best to stay off people's radars, and to go about my own daily business, but that doesn't seem to be enough. Even something as simple as going to the grocery store or having to wait in line for something becomes overly irritating and insufferable. I don't want to deal with people and their low-income behavior.

It's even getting to the point where I don't want to watch You Tube anymore because it's all draining and depressing as shit. Even videos that are fun and don't focus on the news or politics. I can't make this shit up.

Is this the symptom of a much deeper societal problem? Or is it just a byproduct of getting old? I mean, this blog had a much different tone 20 years ago compared to now. While I had no idea what to expect from the future, I sure as shit didn't expect what I'm experiencing now.

Perhaps it's a culmination of everything that has been going on for the past 10 - 15 years. Political Correctness, Cancel Culture, Me Too, Alphabet Poop and their pronouns, goddamned Democrats, Cooo-vid, and the fact that movies, video games, music, and television all suck. While individually, each part sucks in their own special way, but when combined together, it's all too much. It's the worst forms of mental illness manifesting itself as a whole on a daily basis. I'm not crazy, it's you who's fucking crazy, and I shouldn't have to deal with your bullshit mental problems. Your mental health problems are giving me mental health problems.

I can understand why Hikikomori is a phenomenon in Japan, and I'm surprised more people aren't practicing it. I'd gladly become a shut-in as well, if I didn't have bills to pay and people to support. I'm all too eager to, otherwise. Jerk off and play old video games all day. Fuck the Playstation 5 and X-Box Series X. Perhaps I wouldn't feel so overwhelmed.

Heh.

Return of Muh Orange Man Bad (Again!)

 BWA HA HA HA HA HA HA ~ !

LET LIBERAL TEARS FLOW ONCE AGAIN!!!!!

You had your 3 1/2 years of Bidenomics and it failed horribly.

You honestly thought that a DEI candidate whose main talent is speaking in word salad while cackling uncontrollably, was somehow a good choice.

Everywhere, Leftoids are losing their shit, because a considerable amount of Blacks and Hispanics voted for Trump. The same people who were "Never Trumpers" 4 years ago.

Truth is, liberals are addicted to losing. You have literally done everything to stop this man from getting re-elected AND YOU'VE FAILED. Is it coincidence? Is it the hand of God protecting him? I honestly believe it's divine intervention. The meltdowns are beyond hilarious. Someone should make a reality show just based on people throwing these crybaby tantrums.

Trump made some big promises the first time around, and didn't deliver on most. Chances are he will do the same again...but could we please get Hillary behind bars this time? I've learned by now that no matter who gets elected, it's We the People who will pay, the price one way or another. Still, I'd rather have Orange SHitler running the show than Creepy Kid-Sniffer, Heels-Up Harris, or whatever other disaster of a Democrat that the Establishment throws our way. By now, the Libertarian Party has become a fucking joke as well - I gave up on them ages ago, and will never return to their graces. I'm politically homeless for all intensive purposes.

I look forward to celebrities losing their shit again in the media, blue-haired freaks off their meds, and Trump owning them all like a boss. The fact that he continues to live rent free in their heads is the best part of all.

Heh.

18 and Life To Go

It's been 18 years now since I first entered Germany. The time has gone by quickly.

I have to make an unpopular decision and junk the VW Passat that I brought over here with me from the States, back in 2005. I've had it for 23 years and it's on its last legs. The annual inspection is due next month, and there's no way that the assholes at Vehicle Registration will pass it. I won't go into details at this time, but rest assured I will make a post here next month when I finally do scrap the car. I don't want to, I have to.

Otherwise, things are as they are. Ramstein is still Ramstein. Dependas still Dependa. Germans still German. 

The Puerto Rican Pagan

 I attended a class the other day where I work, and some Puerto Rican dude was wearing a Thor's Hammer necklace with a wolf's head pendant on top of it. The wolf's head was separate from the Thor's Hammer, and most likely symbolized Fenriz from the Norse mythology. The dude didn't look like some fat gamer nerd or dweeb who was into the fantasy artwork and lifestyle, but like someone you would meet from Brooklyn, the Bronx, or any other part of NYC. Although...how many "Puerto Ricans" are truly from the island these days? That's a whole topic for a different discussion....

Anycase, this had me thinking "What in the hell is some Latino guy doing wearing Scandinavian/Anglo culture?" Last I checked, the Vikings were Norsemen who conquered parts of England, France, Germany, and Northern Europe. They even set foot on Canada before any other Europeans. They never made it to the Caribbean or further south, so why is he identifying with something that he doesn't have any connection with? He can't claim ethnic ancestry or anything like that. Just like a white guy wearing dreadlocks and claiming to be a Rastafarian and even going so far to speak in a faux-Jamaican accent, this guy was just faking the funk and trying to be something he's not. (I even knew a guy in high school who did this very thing.)

I get it. There are parts of European culture and white pop culture that people like. I found it a rude awakening in 1988, when I saw Mexican girls dressing goth because Siouxsie Sioux and the Banshees broke into Top 40 radio with their "Peep Show" song, but in 2023 it's no big deal now, especially after that Wednesday Addams show on Netflix has gained popularity. I found it odd seeing black people wearing AC/DC t-shirts, Iron Maiden, and Journey within the past 5-10 years, although they didn't dress like a rocker or weren't a biracial mix. I even worked with a black girl who went full Weeabo and dressed like a bad anime character, and looked total cringe. Anime/manga is a form of Japanese cultural appropriation on American and European life, and their obsession with white culture, but made Japanese. Think I'm full of shit? When was the last time you met a blonde haired, blued-eye Swiss girl named Sena Kashiwazaki? You can't make this shit up.

Perhaps it should come as no surprise, with this push for multi-culturalism/anything goes so long as you're a DEI disciple. People have been cherry-picking religious practices for quite some time now, to include worshiping AI now. Seriously, I saw a video segment where a robotic "deity" in Japan is being worshipped as a Buddhist god of sorts. Think I'm full of shit? Read here: https://abcnews.go.com/International/robot-deity-preaches-buddhas-scripture-japanese-temple/story?id=85355691 . I suppose everything will be shoved into a Satanic blender of sorts and puree'd once the Antichrist comes on scene and deceives everyone. He'll tell people that "anything goes" is the motto, and encourage extreme idolatry and paganism in his name. You'll see some really bizarre shit, especially out of the "they/them" community - "they/them" storybook  time on a whole different level.

I said nothing to this guy, as it's really none of my business at the end of the day what he believes, but it just goes to underscore how once well-defined ethnic and cultural practices that were specific to a country or group of people is getting muddied with outliers and wanna-bes. Just like Rachael Dolezal will never be black, this guy will never be Norse.

Heh.