The English Language Is a Powerful Weapon Indeed
Posted By: Jewdonk (September 1, 2010)

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”





In the right hands, the raw power and brute force of the English written word can be not only lethal, but reinvented, regurgitated and hand-crafted in more ways than most can possibly ever fathom.

I've come to realize and even covet, this little known secret over time. But only after developing a lifelong, inherent passion for the subtle nuances, intricate loopholes and leaks that are exploitable via the written word.

There are no other languages on our precious planet which are even close to being as expressive, meticulous and flexible in structure, form & functionality. English beams like a supernova when its pushed to the limit, and that is where I shine.

It offers infinitely more dialects, slang, and freedom of raw expression than any other form of communication that the world has ever known. I think that's a reasonable and indisputable fact at this point in time of human history.


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“The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.”
Ernest Hemingway





Carving words together like an ice sculpture with a butter knife, creating something memorable, often antagonizing, sometimes inspiring, that is undeniably compelling to the reader is a gift and a rare talent.

It's a carefully crafted, and well developed skill that slowly evolved for me over time, and always come naturally since I was young. One that I've grown to take an immeasurable amount of of pride in. With more experience, I've honed it into a literal art form, and found a niche'.

Like most things in life, you usually excel at the things you love

Attention to even the smallest of details (I.E.) sentence structure, correct punctuation, and every other component that unconsciously drives the reader to turn the page (or keep scrolling) without losing interest, is where I truly shine.

All too often while writing, I'll uncontrollably burst into laughter or wildly pump my fists, knowing that the finished product will deliver a knockout blow without fail, and have my audience spinning out of control, or reacting with red faced fury.

That's pretty goddamn satisfying

Ernest Hemingway, Hunter S. Thompson, Edgar Allen Poe...all at their finest when they were drinking heavily. I'm certainly no exception. But there has been a price like anything else worth striving for in life.






Carefully blending a refreshing cocktail of verbs, adjectives, pronouns, all served ice cold for your entertainment and reading pleasure is not a simple task. Its been so vital that my words were used in perfect tandem with painstaking attention to detail, manipulating facts and injecting propaganda when appropriate. I successfully fine tuned my craft into a well oiled machine. But not without consequence.

This is how you become controversial and relevant. By painting a vivid picture, or telling a memorable story simply through words, via whatever means necessary. Bringing an automatic assault rifle to a knife fight. Words are more powerful than any other weapon, and I dare anyone to suggest otherwise.

In my current particular venue of choice (message forums), the competition has been a monumental disappointment. Feeble minded, weak and predictable. Quite frankly, I've grown weary of casting pearls before the undeserving , or even bothering to interact with any genuine enthusiasm or true effort. My so called 'rivals' have been novices and amateurs.






That is the beauty of English for me personally, that I can effortlessly wield this God given talent like a Samurai sword, slashing through the opposition like melted butter, adapting like a chameleon at will, under even the harshest conditions.

It's more of a blessing than a curse, but I've exploited it and used it without a sense of direction which has easily been the biggest mistake.

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“Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.”





This has been a turbulent, yet very interesting, eye opening journey for me as the virtual whipping boy for the degenerate online poker underworld over the last 3 years plus.

Somewhere along the line, everything escalated into a full blown storm that has become tiresome and stressful to say the least. I'm willing to accept a large part of the blame for most of it, but not all of it.

Many of these melodramas I've clearly brought upon myself, but by the same token, many of them have been force fed against my will, admittedly as a result of my own actions, and questionable behavior.

It's been a strange experience being thrust into so many conflicts, answering to so much intense scrutiny, and being exposed on so many levels personally. I can't deny that.

But I understand that through this gift I enjoy, many people have suffered through my words and subsequent actions. My sword is razor sharp, and cuts deep, igniting rage and the desire to retaliate. Unfortunately it comes with the territory, and history will show that I usually take no prisoners. Inflicting pain with carefully constructed manifestos has become a dangerous, rabid beast frothing at the mouth.

It's important for me to recognize and acknowledge that most of these instances are my own doing though bad decision making, poor judgment, and usually way too much alcohol. It would be foolish and transparent to suggest otherwise. I've been riding a wave of infamy and virtual notoriety that quietly morphed into a full blown tsunami. Unfortunate, but also a reality.







I've burned far too many bridges, turned my back on people who didn't deserve it, and treated many of you with undeserving disrespect and contempt. For that, I want to make a genuine appeal for your understanding and forgiveness. That is sincere, and you can choose to either accept it or rebuke it. It is what it is, and whats done is done. You may either take it at face value, or pick it apart word for word and itemize all the reasons why I'm undeserving.



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With so much history and 'baggage' on all sides displayed in plain view, it's not easy for me to even attempt to make an appeal of this nature, putting it out there for the world to see with my bare ass in plain view. But I'm going to at least try, for the sake of harmony, and some semblance of peace on all sides, not to mention the preservation of my own sanity, and to finally move on to greener pastures. I want to wash away these expectations of being confrontational and playing the role of a loose cannon just for the sake of creating drama.

My intentions have truly never been to harm or to exploit, but rather to ignite discussion, confront and destroy my adversaries when I smelled blood for the sake of the mob, willingly at my own expense. To flex my verbal skills, and pound the enemy into oblivion. It started to become a dangerous game I just played more skillfully with far more intensity than most.






Over the last year I began to thrive on the limelight, while conspiring to live up to expectations and walk a tightrope of reality and virtual reality. It's all been enlightening, (even exciting and addictive) but equally as disturbing. I have plenty of regrets about how countless circumstances have evolved, and relationships tarnished beyond repair, but the past is the past and can't be reversed.


You have to understand that at a certain point, I started to meticulously, step by step, invent an alter ego, and run with it, redefining it and using my contacts and relationships to mold a 'bad boy' stigma. I don't know how else to explain it. The internet is a very strange place , and I bought into all of it hook, line, and sinker for the sake of entertainment value.






My virtual ego and thirst for infamy without consequences somewhere along the line blinded my reality, corrupted my sense of self, and drove me to become someone I'm not, just for the lolz and my addiction to creating controversy. The glitch is that there have been far too many casualties left in my wake.

I am hoping to put this to bed once and for all, make amends and let bygones be bygones with anyone I've ever affected directly with self destructive and petty behavior. I've never made a post like this before, and can only hope that the majority of you will see it as a sincere appeal, acknowledgment of guilt, and gesture of peace.

I have no plans to keep perpetuating a lie and living under the guise of this alter ego. Enough is enough, and I truly just want to move on, live the rest of my life the best way I can, and shed once and for all what can be characterized by some as delusions of grandeur.





Surviving such a massive onslaught of relentless character assassinations, attacks and other forms of assault from so many angles has been tricky, and emerging from deep in the abyss to rise and confront my transgressions without doing a swan dive off the top of the Stratosphere has not been easy.


All too often, my body of work has been designed very carefully to enrage, antagonize, and infuriate for my own personal amusement. It's not healthy anymore considering I lost the luxury of anonymity a long time ago.


Take it for what its worth, but I ask you only to glimpse at yourselves and look within before being so quick to judge me. My comments here are sincere, free of pride, bad intent, ulterior motives, and offered to any and all who care to listen.



MC