RockNRev - Fresh & Attractive

[Aquanetsuperhold]

What a fucking crybaby! BABAHAHAHA. This is what it's come to! Just looking at the front page...Revtard started three of th threads himself. He's pissed because he fell for the oldest trick in the book. He's got nothing left so now he will step into the pathetic role of the victim. This has turned into a Lifetime movie for sure.

[Blue Steel]

It's a place where whackjobs who will actually take this shit WAAAaay off this forum and out into the real world go to prove what demented freaks they really are.

He called you on the phone? What did he sound like?

was playing Golden Tee (video golf) with a few friends when my cell phone rang. After hours the office line auto-forwards to my cell phone, and he called me acting as if he was someone I knew. He mentioned that he had talked with Finman and wanted to know if I owned RonaldReagan.Com. When I told him that I did he began yelling like a screaming queen about how he was pissed off that Finman posted his information.

I actually thought it was someone joking with me and asked who it was on the phone. He kept saying that he was Rocking Rev and I still had no clue what he was talking about. I had not seen his posts or the brutal smackdown that Finman had given him.

He kept yelling and he sounded like someone who spits when he yells. After hearing him yell again for the third time I told him that I had enough of listening to him. I said that he must consider himself a tuff guy and feel pretty brave when he is on the other end of the phone. He then started to calm down and I asked him if he was born stupid, or if this was an act. He even had to laugh at that and repeated what I had asked him. He then said it wasn’t an act, which made me laugh because it meant he was born stupid.

He told me he was in the Military and that he has my number and knows my name. I then told him that he might know who I am, but I certainly now know who he is and would be more then happy to fly across the country to kick the crap out of him if he couldn’t afford the plane ticket out here.

I told him that either he finds a way to never call me again, or I will find a way for him. We then exchanged e-mails that are available for all to see, and I can’t help feeling the little sissy Mary got off on the fact that he was being mentioned by name.

He sounded like an angry homo and looking back on it he was more entertainment then substance. I hope other forums bounce him out because he is just a drain of resources-nothing more.

[Hungwell]

I like Rev. I also like Stoner, Hungwell, Nicko and quite a few others who are posting here. I have no dog in this fight. But I'd be lying if I were to say I'm not starting to develop a little bit of morbid curiousity about all of this. It's just lasting so long, it's really pretty impressive.

IMO, this has long ago ceased having much at all to do with Revtard. His inane responses have been verbatim cut and paste jobs since page 14 of the tmc thread.

The side splitting responses of the regulars and long missed posters alike made the threads gold. Rev is simply the retarded rattlesnake with the marshmallow dentures who happened to make his home on a pallet of whiffle ball bats.

I don't believe revtard is remotetly dangerous to anyone but himself. His hundreds of long-winded posts and abuse of thousands of emoticons have proved nothing other than he is incapable of expressing even a shred of wit or humor.

The truth is he doesn't hold a candle to tmc. She gave us the universally acknowledged gold that comes but once a lifetime. Throughout the intraweb, "I have something important to say"; "I just want to read Haikus"; I have the pm's to prove it" as well as threats of Slander & Libel suits on hate related hair metal message boards, bring tears of joy to the eyes.

All revtard has given us is "HA! I TOLD you to cum on my face! OWNED! That is why the respondents deserve such praise.

At any time if revtard were to tag-out to someone equally lonely and distured, the thread would not skip a beat.

So don't read anymore into it, chicky.

It's just a gathering of funny as fuck posters who are kind enough to dole out Costco-sized jars of free yucks.

[Aquanetsuperhold]

Hey Slingblade!

Is the your newest quest? Trying to understand just what the hell happened to you and how you ended up stark naked in a cornfield, with no friends or aliens to help you out of your self -induced public stoning? LMFAO! It's simple really.

Go to the mirror boy!

[Mitzi Dupree]

Here's a story!


Susie-Q
A Typical American Fairy Tale

Susie had always lived her life by the rules. Rules of her parents, rules of her teachers, rules of her friends. She was a pleasant looking girl from the good part of town. She attended the right schools, got her degree and worked her way up the corporate ladder.

She generally behaved herself, and nothing much exciting ever happened to her. Until her friend introduced her to Johnny. He played in a band and had long hair - right off the bat two things that didn’t fit in her world. He was a little bit crazy, but that only added to his mystique. Suddenly, her life felt different. She adored and spoiled him, listening to his stories and tending his needs.

Johnny liked the attention. Born into a decidedly average family, he always felt he was destined for something greater. However, like so many before him, he was unwilling to commit the years necessary to become a leader in any particular area. Instead, he flitted from one thing to another - a professional dabbler. He pursued a variety of avenues that he hoped would bring him the adulation and sense of importance that he craved, the goose that would lay his golden egg, but as soon as the going got tough, he moved on to something new. Deep inside, he thought he would make an outstanding movie star.

Susie made him feel important. With her, he was the center of the universe. Her family didn’t care much for him, but they loved her, and were willing to suffer their disappointment in silence. “No one understands him,” she would explain, “he just needs an honest chance.”

After the wedding, daddy helped with a down payment for a house fitting for her. She loved being a wife, and spent time tending her garden and her husband. Sometimes she would sit alone in the evenings at the kitchen table, sipping a glass of wine and wondering if she had made the right decision. Her friends had all married the expected boys - doctors, lawyers, indian chiefs. She thought of her husband and still felt a sense of gratification at the nose-thumbing she’d given them all.

Her corporate salary made the house payments manageable, giving Johnny the freedom to continue his dabbling existence. He contributed when he could, earning sporadic checks from the variety of business endeavors he perpetually undertook, each one sure to lead him to a jackpot. His sense of self-importance and combative nature made it difficult for him to fit into the standard employment environment, so she was happy to let him wander.

Years passed, and the thrill of being an upstart eventually faded. The sense of superiority she once felt over her old friends was gone, as they continued to achieve things she wished she had in her life. Vacations, children, larger homes - it always seemed like something wonderful was happening for them. Get togethers were always uncomfortable, as she was invariably asked about Johnny. While they never spoke anything unkind, she knew what they thought. After all, she was once one of them. She was secretly happy she’d never shared any of his odd-ball theories with them. If they knew some of the crazy ideas Johnny embraced, the lunch invitations would be a thing of the past. Those ideas had seemed wildly exciting when they were dating, but now just brought a sense of embarrassment.

Johnny began pulling away from her. He spent more and more time on his computer, down in his basement domain. She would jokingly say “sometimes I think you love that computer more than me!” That would always make Johnny angry, and he would go to his dark place for several days, so she eventually quit mentioning it. She was lonely. She wanted a baby - something to love that would love her back. She mentioned it to her husband, and he agreed that it could be a good addition to their life. Pregnancy came surprisingly easy, considering all the years she had taken the tiny pills. When the doctor showed her the picture of the tiny life inside her, she placed her hand on her belly and thought “mine.”

She invited her parents to their home to share the news. She didn’t like them to come over much, as they always wandered around the house and made odd comments on things. She prepared a lobster feast for the occasion, and Johnny was so impressed with her work that he took a picture of the groaning table before her parents arrived. They expressed their congratulations, but her mother still had those tight lines around her mouth. It was nothing at all like when her sister and Dr. Mark had announced the same news. Dad had pumped Mark’s hand, clapping him on the back, while mother kissed Donna’s cheek and held her tight, whispering in her ear.

Johnny jumped into her pregnancy with all of his expected “new project” enthusiasm. He attended doctor’s appointments with her and helped purchase all the equipment that would be necessary to welcome a new life into their home. But as the pregnancy progressed, Johnny became more irritable with her. She was unable to cosset and spoil him as she had in the past. Of course she had to keep working to meet their financial commitments, so gone were the dinners and meticulous laundry. At the end of the day, it was all she could do to pull off her clothes and collapse on the bed. Her parents offered financial assistance, but her pride wouldn’t allow it.

Her daughter arrived on time, and with little difficulty. “By the book,” her doctor said. She thought of that statement, and how it used to describe the whole of her life. Looking back on her youth, “by the book” seemed comforting and she wondered why she had ever hated it.

She loved her daughter with her whole heart. She loved the way the tiny hand would clasp her pinkie and the look of contentment in her half-lidded eyes as she nursed. Finally, there was someone who loved her as much as she loved them.

The baby consumed her time as nothing before. Weeds grew up in her garden and her marriage, but she didn’t care. Spending time with this delightful, tiny creature was the most important thing in her life. Johnny helped her at first, but like most everything else in his life, he soon grew bored and began spending more and more time away from the house. He might have been having an affair, but she really didn’t care. She asked a friend at work if she thought husbands ever resented their children. “Only if they were the baby before the real baby came,” was the matter-of-fact response. It didn’t surprise Susie. It was something she’d known since her pregnancy.

The marriage eventually crumbled, much to her relief. He walked out the door and she felt the stress sliding from her shoulders. Until he was gone, she never really understood the amount of tension he caused. She picked up the baby and they danced around the kitchen to a song on the radio. It was a song she had loved in high school. Back when she did things by the book.

[Succubyss]

Mitzi's story made me sad.

These threads have at times made me laugh and feel mildly annoyed, but now - I'm just sad. Poor Revvie - your life DOES suck.

S ( )

[Mitzi Dupree]

Aww, Succ - it's not sad - it's all funny as hell!

On one hand, we have the good Reverend here accusing us of being typical flame posters.

Because he is such an original message board character, right?

At the end of an ugly meltdown, Rev sez:

You are cyber stalkers and for real a lot of the stuff you do could get you tossed into jail.

Hmmm - isn't Vince Neil's Puke having a simultaneous meltdown, too? Oh yeah! What did he say?

...everyone that posts here is an accessory since you've all taken part in threads with very graphic adult content KNOWING minors were involved....After tomorrow everyon'e IP on this site will be investigated.

Well, that's twice in a week I've been threatened with legal action (bwahahaha) from spineless punks who are getting their shit handed to them on a message board.

Fucking losers - the both of them.

[Mitzi Dupree]

The only thing he's focused is our comedic brilliance.

[Mitzi Dupree]

Hey Rev, did you like my Fairy Tale?

[MasterOfMeatPuppets]

Well, that's twice in a week I've been threatened with legal action

No threat of legal action. Just a true point. Unlike the guy who is wrong about the people who own or use this site getting in trouble for users linking to off-site porn images, I am stating a FACT.

Whoever willfully and maliciously engages in a knowing pattern of conduct or series of acts over a period of time directed at a specific person which seriously alarms or annoys that person and would cause a reasonable person to suffer substantial emotional distress, and makes a threat with the intent to place the person in imminent fear of death or bodily injury, shall be guilty of the crime of stalking and shall be punished by imprisonment in the state prison for not more than five years or by a fine of not more than one thousand dollars, or imprisonment in the house of correction for not more than two and one-half years or both. Such conduct, acts or threats described in this paragraph shall include, but not be limited to, conduct, acts or threats conducted by mail or by use of a telephonic or telecommunication device including, but not limited to, electronic mail, internet communications and facsimile communications.

http://www.haltabuse.org/resources/laws/index.shtml

Laugh it off if you want, but many of you stepped WAAAay over the line with not just me, but others, and it has ALL been very well documented. Believe that. Your masks mean nothing to me.

Did I threaten legal prosecution? I sure did not. Those who said I did sound like they just shit their pants at the mere thought of it is all. Those who shit their pants did it because they recognized their own behavior perfectly described in that law I quoted... And they SHOULD shit. They are freak who take this crap way too far.

...And I'm just the guy that's here to point it out.

So get down with your bad selves and do what it is you "do here."
You are SO cool!

http://www.haltabuse.org/help/isit.shtml

If someone simply disagrees with you, however strongly or unpleasantly, that isn't harassment. Someone who sends you a single email message that isn't overtly threatening probably hasn't harassed you. Spam, while very annoying, isn't harassment. And messages posted to any open venue, such as a newsgroup, a web-based board, an AOL discussion forum or a chat room, are seldom truly harassing unless they're forged to appear to come from you or contain direct threats or libelous statements. The same goes for things said on someone else's web site. Harassment usually involves repeated communications via email or some sort of instant messaging program after the harasser has clearly been told to go away.

Cyberstalking is a specific kind of harassment. The Department of Justice 1999 study on the subject defines it as "the use of the Internet, e-mail, or other electronic communications devices to stalk another person. Stalking generally involves harassing or threatening behavior that an individual engages in repeatedly, such as following a person, appearing at a person's home or place of business, making harassing phone calls, leaving written messages or objects, or vandalizing a person's property." Cyberstalkers frequently follow their targets around the net, frequenting in chat rooms, message boards, newsgroups or mailing lists in which the target participates. At times they will also attempt to form relationships with those who are friendly with the target in order to get more information about the target.

[CrouchingStonerHiddenBong]

What cracked me up was knowing that the pyro was purchased with a big old rubber check and then only about 25 people max were in the crowd.

LMFAO! That's almost as bad as bouncing a $500 check at the liquor store and only 3 people show up to your party...right after their AA meeting.

[CrouchingStonerHiddenBong]

I'm pretty sure it's the fact that you think you're good at flaming, which you most certainly aren't.

[NickoLeeBenante]

Oh ya... One more thing...

WHO HERE HAS BEEN OFFENDED BY REV???

Offended?? I don't get emotionally invested enough into message boards to be offended by you or any other retard who pops in. A better word would be amused.... but not so much amused by Rev (people who refer to themselves in the third person are more annoying than offensive) as I am by the "angry mob". I never knew that a truly angry people could be so funny.

With that being said, I do HONESTLY think that you have some serious mental issues to deal with, Rev. Dangerous? Not so much. I don't see anything scary about you.

I went to see my brother's band play last night. This seriously mentally disabled guy, who worships my brother, got on the stage to sing a song with them. My brother handed him the mic and let him sing all the choruses. This guy flailed, howled, danced, and made the best retard faces I've ever seen. He was in his glory. It was kind of the real life version of what you're doing in these threads. Who the hell could be offended by that? It's fucking hilarious.

Ya, I read that and what it boils down to is all I need...

Offended?? I don't get emotionally invested enough into message boards to be offended by you

Thanks! You're off the list.
NEXT!

So far it looks like it wasn't because I offended anyone.
Hmmm... Was it for stepping up for a friend?

It's simple, fuckchimp.

You're a retarded self-important whackjob, and I find it entertaining to insult you for a couple of minutes every couple of days.

(Now when you read that, think of Jules Winfield telling Ringo "You're the weak, and I'm the tyranny of evil men." Difference being that I have no desire to shepherd your special needs ass anywhere.)

Any questions?

[JDV]

Rev once claimed that aliens communicate with him, and that he knows about an impending invasion that will take place in the future. He claimed that his advance knowledge guarantees him safety when the inevitable occurs, basically he will be the flunky for the aliens when they do their thing on planet Earth.

Don't fall for Rev's bullshit. He isn't the messiah when it comes to making alien contact. He will not be saved without one of these symbols, no matter how many times he graciously thanks them for the anal probing.


http://www.thecomingoftan.com/symbols/s ... dmire.html

So my friends for a small donation Riley Martin will be your savior in an alien invasion...

Jesus Christ Rev, you even fail at being Paul Revere and the aliens.

[CrouchingStonerHiddenBong]

Rev's like the guy who shows up at your band practice and bugs you all fucking night to let him sit in on guitar, only to get the guitar and horrifically stumble his way through the opening riff of "House of The Rising Sun".

So you yank the fucking guitar out of his hands and get all Chris Impelliteri on that ass and shred his face off.

[JDV]

Rev's like the guy who shows up at your band practice and bugs you all fucking night to let him sit in on guitar, only to get the guitar and horrifically stumble his way through the opening riff of "House of The Rising Sun".

I can see Rev pulling a Doyle now...

We don't got no Goddamn band! We don't need to fucking practice, Randy! We don't no shit-ass manager neither! You motherfuckers! You all are a bunch of losers! I'm the only sane son-of-a-bitch here! So get the *fuck* out of my house now!

[NickoLeeBenante]

Actually, when I read that I'll think of...

It's a meeting place for lonely, no-life having losers to congregate, mob together, get their groupthink on and find an individual to tear apart. It's the closest thing to a "real friend" most of you have. It's the closest thing to camaraderie that most of you have ever experienced. It's a place where people who are really ugly and have nothing good going on in their life join together and try to make themselves and each other feel better about their own pitiful lives by tearing someone else's apart, inch by inch.

Thanks for backing up my claim with your own words, dummy.

Good try, fuckchimp, but it's hard for you to paint a picture of me as the no-life-having loser in this exchange when I have committed maybe 30 minutes and a dozen posts to you. You, on the other hand post 3 and 4 times in a row to yourself on these threads in a desperate yet pathetic attempt to convince the rest of us that you do not meet the definition of loser that you described above.

P.S. You can't troll me because I give not a fuck about your opinion. You are just a dancing monkey entertaining me.

[CrouchingStonerHiddenBong]

I can see Rev pulling a Doyle now...

We don't got no Goddamn band! We don't need to fucking practice, Randy! We don't no shit-ass manager neither! You motherfuckers! You all are a bunch of losers! I'm the only sane son-of-a-bitch here! So get the *fuck* out of my house now!

That goes for cocksuckers and retards, too.

[CrouchingStonerHiddenBong]

HAHAHAHA!

Now I have this stuck in my head:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jYyBZE0kBtE


You too, will suffer.

[Mitzi Dupree]

^^^This guy is cracking me up.

Rev's like the guy who shows up at your band practice and bugs you all fucking night to let him sit in on guitar, only to get the guitar and horrifically stumble his way through the opening riff of "House of The Rising Sun".

Bwahaha! If I've seen that guy once....


Eh - Rev's pretty much a one-dimensional character, which is what makes him such an easy target.

You know before he posts what he's going to say, whether it's here, on Reagan.com, etc.

I even asked him who his favorite guitar players were and got a one dimensional answer ("in no particular order Slash, Joe Perry, Keith Richards").

Fuck. That's just three generations of the same guitar player. Now if he'd picked one of those and added, say, Buckethead and Jeff Beck - you know, horribly talented people with wildly varying styles, once again, I might have been momentarily interested. Alas, no.

*edited to add "sorry, Stoner - not calling you a guy - I meant the Horse With No Name above you"

[Mitzi Dupree]

I was quite surprised to find The HATAS® talking shit about hall of famers.

A. The Rock & Roll Hall of Fame is the most pitiful thing in Cleveland, and that's saying something.

B. When did I talk shit about Slash, Joe or Keef?

Answer B - quickly, now!

[Mitzi Dupree]

If you think they're wonderful, how is that talking shit?

It's a very common opinion that those three bands were natural progressions of each other.

I was talking shit about you, simple man.

[Mitzi Dupree]

My sister is there too, jackass. She's the gorgeous one you could only wish to know.

"So THAT's the way it is in their family..."

[Mitzi Dupree]

And my other brother, who is the number one security guy for Microsoft,

Really? The NUMBER ONE security guy for the entire Microsoft corporation? That's amazing.

Silly me, I would have thought he would work at the Redmond campus.

Things must be going pretty smoothly if Microsoft's NUMBER ONE security guy has time to post on tech blogs.

I thought maybe the person considered Microsoft's NUMBER ONE security guy might be one of these people,
http://www.microsoft.com/presspass/feat ... ivacy.mspx
but the website probably got it wrong. It's probably that Jason kid in the Zep t-shirt and the ball cap.

See? You learn something new every day!

[Mitzi Dupree]

So Rev - is your brother the NUMBER ONE security guy for Microsoft?

Don't shilly shally - answer the question.

[Mitzi Dupree]

See Rev, here's that same gosh darned problem cropping up again.

You didn't say "in his area" in your original post, did you?

You specifically said that your brother was Microsoft's NUMBER ONE security guy.

Being A top security guy just wasn't good enough, was it? Kind of like playin in front of 400 people at The Station.

You had to try and make it bigger and better, and you got busted for it.

And that, little man, is what makes you so weak.

[Aquanetsuperhold]

I see its been a busy afternoon. Mitz- great story. LOL! Also LOVED THE BOUNCING CHECK!

So now Rev has dragged his sister's baby daddy into things. What a joke! Good times at the trailer park! Who would have guessed if he had a sister she would be knocked up by a guy that looks like he just got out of prison. Second guess would be is that she has a tramp stamp too. LOL!

[Aquanetsuperhold]

According to your brother's blog, he does tech support for Microsoft's Right's Management Software. Big deal.

Calling him a computer security expert is a huge exaggeration.

He has obviously run out of things in his own life to brag about so now he is bringing in the rest of the Deliverance clan into it.. LOL!
He even has to exaggerate their jobs too. Not that anyone would be surprised by this.

I worked for a radio station, so I guess in his world, that would make me Head of Distribution & The Frequency Modulation Manager of all airwaves.

You have to agree it sounds much more impressive in his world.

[Aquanetsuperhold]

Remidial Rev Wrote:

My other brother is Head of The Fish and Wildfire Department and my other brother is a world renowned banjo player.
You are so jealous !


.

What a tool!

[Aquanetsuperhold]

Is that chick sitting on his lap? Look like they are playin hide the pickle!

That chick must have a skullett too. If her bandana was any higher, it would be a hood. She has a tramp stamp for sure.