Not that I particularly trust either of the recent two commenters, but apparently, the user known only as “redneck mafia” has underscored yet another great threat facing homosexuals in this day and age.

redneck mafia Says:
October 12th, 2009 at 9:02am

like we say you can only kick a old dog so many times before it bites!!!! just cause you dont want to be in this family dont mean nothing you born with it!!!!!!!!! [ ... ] leave mark alone now it the only way she quit thinking about him!!!!!!!

redneck mafia Says:
October 12th, 2009 at 9:14am

do not post this comment do not post this comment do not post this comment [ ... ] please do not post this comment or they know who i am please please please please please

redneck mafia Says:
October 12th, 2009 at 10:22am

mark i didn’t post that i left my computer when i went to take a shower and my roomate posted that. it was not me and i know you will find that hard to beleive but its true so please dont hate me because that wasnt me. im sorry and i never do stuff like that.

     It is a travesty.  While other homosexuals worry about issues such as AIDS, Marriage, Workplace Harassment and Hate Crime, this problem seems to have come from absolutely nowhere.
     In fact, it is a problem which will affect their quality of life even more, as it is even more a detriment their ability to provide for themselves and their significant other as it severely diminishes their capability to retain any sort of stable livelihood in a well-paying workplace.

     Apparently, as illustrated above, Poor Spelling, Punctuation and Grammar are also transmissible by sexual contact.  Other symptoms may occur, including a hypersensivity to Apostrophes, which could logically progress into an aversion to Colons.

     Damn, when will the persecution end?

     With any luck, the disease will be contained in Eastern Kentucky.  Stay tuned for further details, and remember — you heard it here first!

     I kept wondering why my left ear kept hurting so bad.

     I put the four earrings back in my left ear, after a complete detox and trying to to get used to a lot of other herbal bullshit to try and get rid of the stress and CRAP that doctors keep feeding me.

     I finally realized that the ringing in my ears was caused by the last asswit — from last Friday — who showed up at my house to announce himelf. He wasn’t from Leslie County, actually, but Perry County, KY.

     Because, apparently, the well of Balls had run dry.  (Only 1250 of the,m and ONE of me.  I liked the odds).

     And yes, he got a lucky shot in after his stupid, inbred ass fell on me. This wouldn’t've happened if A) he’d had enough room, at my front door, to swing a baseball bat down, and B) I hadn’t hit him in the mouth midswing.

     So I blame me.

     And this earring bit … Yeah, the clasp twisted to underneath the skin. It “looked” right.

     Goddamn hoops.

     So, basically, to Leslie County, KY …

     Never send a boy to do a man’s job.

     I can take a hit.

     And finally, I got one.

     “Yes, I do, because it’s 3:39AM.”
     “Ain’t like you don’t sleep, fuckhe’d!”
     “Apparently, neither do you.  Now stop calling.”
     “Why sh’uld I, aft’r what you did?”
     “And what was I did this time, asswipe?”
     “You stalkin’ her, you pieceashit!”
     “Man, WTF are you talking about?  I live 150 miles….”
     “FUCK YOU, DAMMIT!  FUCK YOU, MARK STEEL!”
     “150 miles away.  How the Hell could I be stalking her?”
     “YOU GOT YOUR WAYS!”
     “What the fuck is your problem?”
     “I’ KEEYIL YOU!”
     “I’m waiting.”
     “…”
     “Bitch.”
     “FUCK YOU, DICKHEAD!”
     “No, fuck you … Now put down or shut down, fucker.  Because you know where I live.”
     “Fuck you!”
     “No, thanks.  I’m straight.  *click*”

     I love dealing with Leslie County fuckwits at nearly four AM.

     There are only maybe twelve out of a 1250 population who actually had the balls to show up.  And get their asses kicked.

     I say “maybe twelve,” because several times, there were more than one who showed up — AT MY HOME, NO LESS — at once… But past a couple times, none lasted past the first one.  Instead, the others got hit once and ran like little girls to tattle to their parents.

     “Oooh, they hit me on the playground!  Daddy, whoop their daddy’s ass!”

     That’s how they use Cops in Leslie County, Kentucky.

     Like again tonight.

     And they were so quiet for a while… until last night … And it started again with a phone call from a supposed “Rob Johnson.”  Who sounded a Hell of a lot like a someone I would’ve given a damn about once upon a time.

     Fuck Leslie County.

     All of it.

     Because, actually, only thirteen out of 1250 gave me an erection.

     And only one was for the right reason.

     And for anyone who thinks I’m a “violent asshole” for defending myself at *my* front door?  You can go fuck yourself.

Note 7:31AM EDT:  At least now I have that “reason” I asked for, right?  Miractulously, I’m stalking her? WTF? I’m stalking her from 150 miles away? You lousy pieces of shit … And … ya know, the usual….

     Lately, numerous people from a particular Kentucky county have seemed to inundate this blog with ridiculous slanders, accusations and threats due to the site being linked from a popular gossip website.
     The reason I say “seemed to inundate” is because this situation is not new.  I’ve had to deal with these sorts of comments on a daily basis for many months.  I just finally got sick of deleting them every day and leaving everything unsaid.  I also get sick of the same sorts of crap on my business telephone.  It has gotten to the point that if I don’t get at least two death threats a day from people in, or connected to, that particular Kentucky county, I begin to consider that the chore of putting up with it may be over.
     Of course, the next day, when it all starts again, my hopes are dashed.

     In the course of these discussions, I referred to the residents of Leslie County, Kentucky as “fungus” and “cockroaches.”  I would like to apologize for my severe lack of control when making these comments, because even though they were said in retaliation, it’s no excuse for me to lose my temper in that manner.

     It was an unfair comparison.  Especially to fungus and cockroaches everywhere.  And to these lower life forms, I apologize.

     Welcome, Glenn, to blogitude.com, Knoxville and East Tennessee’s choice of blood-pressure-lowering medication. 

     Since I’m apparently included in the the “People Who Can Go Fuck Themselves” blog, I’d just like to add this photo, since he obviously forgot:

     And, of course, I’d also like to dedicate that particular photo to the numerous asshats who have threatened us, coerced us, harrassed us, lied to and about us, called police on us, stolen from me, screwed with cars, sent emails, made phone calls, sent IMs, abused, terrified and otherwise assisted in fucking up our sanities and what could have been a perfectly good relationship with the woman I intended to spend the rest of my life with.  I sincerely hope they all rot in a very special Hell for the shit they’ve caused us both, and the lies and bullshit that they, themselves, have perpetuated.
     And since the majority of them are from the Middle and Southern portions of eastern Kentucky, I’d like to include the Commonwealth in there, in as well.   Though there were a few random asshats from New York, Massachusetts, Pennsylvania, Virginia, Georgia, Florida, Alaska, North Carolina and Louisiana, they were a miniscule minority in comparison to what can only be described as a Small-Town Redneck Mafia from Coal Miner Country.  There were even a few here in Tennessee, but none of them were actually from here.

     Yes, it may be a New Year … but the Old Me is back with a vengeance.  And this time, when I’m kicking ass, I’m not taking names.
     So you have to ask yourself one question.  Do you feel lucky, punks?  Do ya?  *evil grin*

     And cheers to a HAPPY, DRAMA FREE — and most of all, FINANCIALLY LUCRATIVE — New Year!