It’s time to abandon the cuckold subversives and degenerates who prioritize public perception over victory. Leftist attacks come in a ruthlessly violent form and the popular consensus of those who oppose them is that we shouldn’t “lower ourselves” to their standards by any means, even if it means losing the battle or falling prey to doxing. Fighting to win is not a sin and this faulty equivalent often comes at the cost of effectiveness and lulls its proponents into a false sense of moral sanctity. Quoting Hitler doesn’t make you a Nazi and–likewise–quoting Martin Luther King Jr. doesn’t make you a civil rights leader. Concerning ourselves with the good opinion of others is a wasted effort if we’re going to be demonized anyways.

America is entering the most volatile period of its election season and the emotional baggage that follows is only going to incite more outrage on both sides of the political spectrum. This means more people being fired from their jobs for holding right-wing points of view and more people being viciously assaulted by feral agitators. Even if you aren’t willing to throw a punch in the name of a political agenda, you should at least be willing to defend yourself on a personal level.

No war was ever won without violence and allowing your enemy to steamroll you has never been a winning tactic. However, I won’t be advocating or condoning violence today. This is simply an outline of common sense tactics that can be employed to protect yourself and fight back in the information war. If you’re expecting a think-piece on the moral implications of doxing and you feel that “doing [insert tactic here] makes us just like the SJWs,” then you’ve completely missed the point and I wouldn’t read any further.

Recently, there were a couple of threads on 4chan’s /pol/ where users investigated a liberal shut-in who called the workplace of a Black Lives Matter critic and had them fired. Social Justice Warriors will often brag about using these tactics and do so without any veil of anonymity, which is–of course–very helpful to anyone seeking to return the favor in kind. While /pol/ ultimately found the information on the perpetrator, I did note a few common mistakes in their digging process as well as some suggestions for future reference.

Keep it small. 

Having too many people directly involved in a dig can really hamper progress in situations that are especially time-sensitive. Four or five dedicated people in a small chat can accomplish much more in a shorter amount of time than a hundred people on a Chan board operating outside of their expertise. Dozens of people constantly questioning the motive or target of the dig after it’s already been well-established will be a cancerous drag on forward momentum. Also, having too many people involved will increase the repetition of previously invalidated information and lead others down dead-end trails.

Keep it simple.

Tools like Pipl and White Pages are useful for immediate results, but many times your best friend is going to be Google of all things. Using the right combination of name and location in a search query can pull up public records and even old accounts buried by years of inactivity. Understanding how to use proper search syntax and operators is an invaluable skill when looking for obscure information. Also, a target’s worst enemy is often their personal or business website (see the owner of this site) and if they happen to have one listed in their social media bio, that’s always the first thing to check against the Whois domain registry. Whois has saved a lot of time on many occasions, especially when targeting e-celebs.

Docs before dox.

Many data aggregation sites like Redfin, Spokeo, Intelius, and Radaris are simply pulling information from utility bills and government public record databases. Don’t pay for any of these services when you can find the same information for free. Knowing the actual source of the information gathered isn’t only helpful in verifying its authenticity, but it will often produce other information you weren’t seeking in the first place. For instance, if you know the targets general location, you can find out what county they’re in and look up “X county court records search” and in many cases there will be a way to search for court dockets, mug shots, traffic tickets, marriage certificates, and even property records. This not only helps you to verify locations, relationships between the target’s family members, but it could also produce dirt that was previously unknown.

The devil’s in the details.

If you think you know where a target lives or where they work, scour their social media posts for any mention of it. Even if you’re working without a site like Twitter that allows you to search for specific keywords in the target’s posts, you can still make use of our buddy Google to search the appropriate keywords along with the profile name. Any small mention to and from them could help confirm key bits of information and lead you down the right trail. Podcasts and YouTube live-streams are another common place where targets leave identifying information, but–depending on how familiar you are with the target–finding these sound-bytes can be tedious and time-consuming.

Take action.

What you do with a target’s full dossier is entirely up to you and depends on the objective of the dig in the first place. Sometimes, the goal is to alert the local authorities about illegal behavior being broadcast online and sometimes the goal is to just send a flood of free tampons to their home. I don’t condone doing anything illegal with the information you find. I definitely do not condone sending wave after wave of fast food, holy books, gay porn catalogs, bricks, emergency plumbers, locksmiths, transgender escorts, or freeze-dried bear shit to anyone’s home. This is immoral and in many cases illegal. I also disavow using the US Postal Service site to set up an account in the target’s name to send free shipping supplies and thousands of boxes to their home or placing a mail hold (prevents any mail from going to their home) on the target’s address for a month.

Dox responsibly.

Stay safe out there and if you find that you’ve been doxed, just keep calm and delete everything.

Jailhouse Ralph

SEPTEMBER 6, 2016

The news about Ethan’s recent absence came out yesterday and it might be prudent to offer some sort of explanation for what’s going on with the site and how things are being run. Ralph already vaguely explained his disappearance earlier this week in a post he dictated to Nora over the phone, but I don’t think he was able to explain things well that way; also, his arrest wasn’t common knowledge at that point. If it had been up to me, I wouldn’t have said anything about anything. His site is still running at full steam. I’m not going to call attention to the person who leaked this stuff, but yes, it was leaked by somebody who was upset about my recent article concerning Gab.

This is really for people that actually care about Ethan and want more information about what’s going on. Obviously, there’s some vindictive people out there who are taking pleasure in watching him suffer, so this isn’t really going to quell any of the goofy conspiracy theories being circulated. This is why I don’t bother hiding my real thoughts about things. Many of the people getting their rocks off on this are people who would lead you to believe they’re on this virtuous holier-than-thou pedestal (See: GamerGate Harassment Patrol), but they always show their true colors when it comes to the showdown. E-celebs are cancer, but that’s a story for a different time.

I found out about Ralph’s arrest from someone who was physically there last week and I didn’t believe it at first, but I called up the jail and–sure enough–he was in processing and had just been cuffed a couple hours earlier. Eventually, we told Nora about it, everyone else woke up, and we started deliberating as to what should be done. The priority was figuring out what exactly happened to him, so we agreed to keep things down low until we could speak to Ralph and figure out what happened and what he wanted us to do. Nora was in touch with a family member of his and wasn’t able to speak to him until after Thursday evening. In the meantime, she purchased a VoIP number so Ralph could have a domestic number he could call. Unfortunately, you can’t dial international numbers from American jails.

The charges made against Ethan are blown out of proportion and the evidence will likely result in reduced charges once this goes to trial (if not total vindication). I’m not going into any specific details since everything is still pending and I don’t want any retarded internet crap interfering with his case. As funny as some of the memes are, Ralph won’t need to dig himself out and build a boat with Morgan Freeman anytime soon.

#FreeRalph pic.twitter.com/1Ac82WW4hN

— TooManyCucks (@OHStillHere) September 5, 2016

There’s more wild conspiracy theories that I can’t really be bothered to address in this, but I guess I’ll at least swat a few down:

Ralph’s Twitter has been in the hands of his friends since his arrest.

Ralph still owns The Ralph Retort.

This isn’t a violent blog takeover by Nora and Goose.

Ralph isn’t tweeting from jail.

Nora has a US VoIP number that Ralph is able to call and he’s in frequent contact with her.

Ralph did not have sexual relations with that girl behind Arby’s.

I sent some cash to Ralph earlier this week. He’s going to be in there for a little while and money helps with buying snacks and whatever it is that inmates typically buy. If you’d like to send help, he’ll definitely appreciate it. Keep in mind, there’s a crappy fee, but it’s the best way I’ve found to deposit money in his trust fund. The site’s called ConnectNetwork. Just look up Ethan Ralph at Loudoun County Jail in Virginia and his name should pop up. Just shoot me a line on Twitter if you have any issues with that. Here’s the link: https://web.connectnetwork.com/facilities/

Happy Mother’s Day to my Mom, Sandra

In Memoriam: Ronnie Ralph

I’ve written many articles on this site over the years, but I think this one is the hardest. How can you do justice to a deceased parent with a blog post? What about the detractors who will say it is a cynical ploy for sympathy? How real is too real, given the inclinations of the internet, which I well know? These are all real concerns, yet, I am writing the article anyway.

In reality, there is no way to do justice to my father, Ronald Eugene Ralph, with a mere blog posting. He gave me so much of who I am today. My love of politics, history, classic cinema and television, comedy, wrestling, my mannerisms, many of my sayings…they all trace back to him. I love him and I will always miss him. No words can bring him back or fully encapsulate what he has meant in my life.

Still, I think it worthwhile to try.

As for the detractors. well, they will go after anything I do. Say I didn’t write this article, or put out the tweets last night about his death, or mention it on my show. Then, months later, it came out that my Father had died. They would criticize me for not mentioning it and tell the world I didn’t love him. You literally cannot please people like that, so why even try? And, frankly, I still consider myself a writer, even if I don’t write nearly as much as I used to. Part of being a writer is putting yourself out there. Not everyone chose the path I did, but everyone knows pain, everyone knows struggle, and everyone knows happiness, however small.

I’ve written about almost every single triumph and tragedy in my life over the last 5 years. I see no reason to stop now.

How real is too real? Well, there is definitely a line, at least in this space. I think I could write a compelling full-length book about my Father and the relationship I had with him. He was a complex man, to be sure. One thing I never doubted, though, was his love for me. He and my Mother divorced when I was around 12. It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows throughout the course of my childhood. One thing she never did, however, was train me to hate him, keep me from him, or encourage me to distance myself. Quite the contrary. They loved each other in spite of the demise of their marriage. To be honest with you, I think my Mom has been just as affected by this whole thing as I have, if not more so.

I’m getting off track. This post isn’t about all those ancillary concerns. It’s about my Daddy. Or, as I called him in later years, my Pops. I actually picked that up off Sanford and Son, which we used to watch together. At a certain age, I started to get self-conscious about calling him Daddy, the same as I was about calling my Mamma, uh, Mamma. I use Mother and Pops now, but growing up, I called them Mamma and Daddy. I kind of feel bad about the switch up in moments like these, but I think most of you can understand how it is. At a certain age, some terms become “uncool.” It seems silly now, but at the time, it did not.

As I mentioned at the top, my Father’s name was Ronald Ralph, but I don’t think I ever heard anyone call him that. He was universally Ronnie, except to me, since, well, I was his son and I don’t call my parents by their actual names. I think most people are with me on that. I had a couple friends who did and it always seemed a bit off, although at least one of them did it for comedy purposes. Anyway, I could sit here and write ten pages on how he influenced me, but I guess I will try to keep it to a reasonable length.

John Ford, W.C. Fields, Jim Rockford, Clint Eastwood, John Wayne, Jerry Lawler, Redd Foxx…all of them came to me through my Daddy. I remember being a kid and wondering how he could sit there and watch the news or old black and white movies. Until the age of 10 or so, I had a strong distaste for any programming that wasn’t in color, or just “new.” I used to razz both of my parents for watching classic films. I figured it must be shit if the producers couldn’t even be bothered to use color. It also seemed sort of otherworldly, for some reason.

As I got older, I realized that I had been an idiot. Some of my fondest memories of my Dad involve us watching many of the seminal works I turned my nose up to as a child. His encyclopedic knowledge of the Golden Age of Hollywood is still something I marvel at. It wasn’t just that, though. I can honestly say that he was one of the smartest people I ever knew in my life. He knew about history, he knew about politics, he knew about science…yet he never had a college degree. If he had tried for it, I have zero doubt he could have been a professor or something of that nature. I think he would have been a good one, now that I consider it.

What did he actually do for a living? Growing up, he worked construction with my grandfather. He once owned a liquor store. At one point, he was a licensed realtor. In the later years, he was a tanker-truck driver. I’m not sure one could find a more varied list of occupations. I sort of envy it, because it sounds like a lot of fun. Obviously, it wasn’t all copacetic, or else he would have stuck with one throughout. But just experiencing all that, the stories you gain alone…it sounded amazing.

I feel like I’m meandering a bit, but I can’t help myself. It’s sort of hard to put his influence into words. He wasn’t perfect by any means, and I’m not either. So, I don’t want this to come across as some sort of hagiography. When I sit and take stock of my life, however, I have to say that a lot of it came from him. For instance, I wanted a dog growing up, as most boys do. I did have one, but it lived outside outside at my grandparents’ house, for various reasons. But I wanted one to live with me and be able to come inside. One day, I came home from school and he told me to go check the bathroom. I did, and saw a small black labrador puppy peeking over the side of the tub.

The dog was so small that it couldn’t get over the 18 inch barrier. Sadie, as she came to be known for 15 years, had decided to lay down underneath the tire of my brother’s school bus that morning. My Dad caught it out of the corner of his eye and stopped the driver from killing her, and eventually, she became our dog. This may sound weird to those of you who don’t have pets, but that dog ended up being one of the best things that I’ve ever had in this life. I actually just now remembered to mention that while I was writing this memorial. I would give anything to have one more weekend with that dog.

I can say the same about Pops. It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, but I loved him and he loved me. I remember something he told me. It was during some histrionics I was having about a friend of mine. I can’t even recall the particulars of that now, to be honest. He said, “When it comes down to the nut-cutting, all you will have is your family. Me, your Mother, your grandparents. At the end of the day, we will always be here and they won’t.” He was right, to a certain extent. Always is the operative term. They were always there, while they were here, alive. But no one lives forever. One of the hardest things about him dying is the idea that my entire childhood, my entire frame of reference, is also slipping away, day by day.

It still lives on, though. In me, in my mind, in the shared memories from those who were also there. I guess the most heartbreaking part is that for some of this stuff, no one else was there except him, myself, my brother (who has severe cerebral palsy), and my mother. My grandparents were there too, but they’re gone. What do you do when it all goes away? I guess all we can do is cherish the moments we had, share the memories that are worth sharing, and look towards building our own legacy.

I know that’s what he would have wanted. I could share many other stories, add more detail to a life that you certainly know nothing about besides what I’ve told you here. No, I will leave it with this: I miss you, Daddy, and I always will. I hope someday we will meet again. I love you, and I’m sad that I can’t tell that to you in person any longer. If you are able to see Granny and Papaw, tell them that I love and miss them too. Oh, and don’t eat all the Pancho’s Dip. I’ll be there soon…but hopefully not too soon.

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I want to thank all the many people who have reached out to me in the wake of this. It has been quite touching and I don’t think I could ever convey how much it has meant to me. Folks you know, those you don’t, they all chimed in…it’s meant a lot and I will always appreciate it. The memorial service will most likely be held during the week of April 15th. Some people have asked about where they can send flowers, etc., but I don’t have the details setup up as of this moment. If you want to make a donation in lieu of flowers, go ahead and make it in my father’s name to St. Jude’s Children’s Research Hospital. No, I am not kidding. Even with all that happened to me the last time I tried to raise money for them, it’s still my favorite charity.

The Final Farewell

Almost 5 years years ago, I met the best person I’ve ever known. The first time I talked to her was on air, in front of you all. In some ways, it was kind of a fairy tale. But, we’re in real life, as you know. Ordinarily, it wouldn’t really be any of your business what goes on with my marriage, but I’ve always been real with the viewers and readers. So, I’m writing you this statement today.

Nora and I have gotten divorced. We still love and care for each other, and we’ll always be friends. But, we’re headed down two different paths. I used to make fun of these types of statements, and I probably still will. In this case, however, it’s 100% true. Our life together, due to these divergent paths, has simply become unmanageable. There is no smoking gun, or juicy dirt here. It’s just not gonna work and we have to move on.

I’m a tabloid guy, so, I realize how this will be played by some. I do not begrudge them that. I also have no ill will towards Nora. She stuck by me throughout the toughest time in my life and I will always be grateful for that. Now, it’s time for us to part ways, but I absolutely could not have accomplished what I have without her. I wish her the best, as she does me. I could wax poetic about her qualities for quite some time, but, I will just say that she’s awesome and I want her to have all the success in the world.

I guess that’s about it! Thank you for the support. It means a lot to me, as it meant a lot to her over the years. I won’t have much more to say on this topic, well, besides the occasional self-deprecating joke. But, I appreciate you reading this here today.

As always, the show must go on…and it will.

Thank you.

Sincerely,

Ethan Ralph

The Sunset Mindset

Originally published on September 27th, 2020. Some sort of site error messed up the original post.

This morning, I woke up to an extraordinary claim being leveled against me. Some fat cow in Phoenix that I made fun of a few times has accused me of flagging her channel. Keep in mind, this same fat cow has countless clips of mine on that same channel. I could literally take it down at any time with arguably legitimate copyright claims. I have not done that and will not do that, so when you see the fake reports that are sure to follow this article, I want you to remember this statement.

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This business is an interesting one. On one hand, they tell you not to respond to “trolls.”

Don’t feed them! Don’t give them more material, what are you doing? Surely you, the longtime host of the Killstream, understand this maxim!” 

Yes, I do understand it. It is usually the best piece of advice you can give someone in my position. However, there are two problems:

1. I’m not very good at ignoring bullshit, and I never have been. The whole reason I’ve gotten known in the first place is because of extreme pettiness and nasty takedowns. It doesn’t come naturally to me.
2. Silence in the face of massive slander and libel is not always the right call.

So, today I’ve decided to step out of the shell of silence and address a few things.

Right at the top of the list: the bitch I mentioned in the open is crazy and completely obsessed with me. I honestly don’t feel like counting all the tweets I just linked, but the mention number is in the hundreds based only off a search of my last name. If you count all the variations and tweets where I’m not mentioned by name, it could very well be in the thousands…and this is just since May 2020. Add that in with probably 50 (or more) clips posted on her YouTube channel, and perhaps you can begin to see the obsession.

At a certain point, it gets really hard to ignore a psychopath like this. You know you should, but it’s almost impossible. This is a person who has also participated in the doxing of your friends, the maligning of your recently-deceased father, the defense of posting your Social Security number online, attacks on your pregnant girlfriend, and much more. Suffice it to say, this woman is very mad online about yours truly. Now that all her lies about my personal life have fallen flat, now that it’s clear that none of the promises they made about me taking a new “vacation” are true, they’re throwing anything they can at the wall and hoping something will stick. This is their only real strategy against me and the Killstream.

Sadly, some are playing into their games. I’m not gonna go show you spergs a goddamn thing. It will only lead to idiots saying it was fake, or demands for more “evidence.” I won’t be participating in that nonsense. That’s a position I’ve held publicly for many years, by the way. People can either accept this is obviously flagrant bullshit, based on, you know, logic, and what I’ve laid out here. Or, they can believe it. Either one is more than fine with me.

I will end with something else, though. I don’t care what happens to people who hate me. In fact, I hope bad things happen to them. If this bitch died tomorrow, I would laugh. If it’s “fuck me,” then you know 100% that it’s “fuck you,” as well. This is how I’ve always lived my life, and it will continue until I’m in the dirt. Forget a channel: I hope your fucking plane goes down, the cancer diagnosis comes in, whatever other calamity you can possibly think of…

On that day, I’ll wake up to a different sort of news alert…and I’ll smile.

Life, Love, and the Known Unknowns

28 February 2021

The last 9 days of my life have been by far the hardest. My Mother has been in a coma this entire time as a result of a brain bleed and subsequent craniotomy. What is a craniotomy, you ask? Basically, they cut off a piece of her skull, sucked the blood off her brain, and were then able to put it back on after the swelling went down. Originally, they did not think that would be possible. At first, and this is part of what has made this so hard, they thought she would be awake fairly quickly.

However, there were some seizures in her brain for a couple days after the surgery that were originally missed. This set progress back and we don’t really know just how much damage that did. My Mom also has several other health issues, the biggest of which is end-stage kidney disease. This could be playing a factor when it comes to the length of time it takes to heal, as the doctor just mentioned to me today. There isn’t any visible damage to her brain tissue, although there could be unseen damage below that, apparently.

In short, the doctors don’t really know much when it comes to whether or not she will ever wake up. They seem to think maybe she will. Then again, maybe she won’t. To say this is frustrating would be a massive understatement. It’s a heart-wrenching affair that I literally would not wish on my worst enemy. I would wish A LOT of other fucked up things on them, but not this. It’s actual sadistic torture. Wishing death on someone would be kinder, in my opinion.

One day, I might be able to go into all the details here. My mother was in the hospital for an unrelated gallbladder infection and was on the mend. So, suffice to say, this brain surgery came out of nowhere and was not expected whatsoever. The fact that it shouldn’t have happened makes it that much harder. I mean, it would be hard to see your mother like this at any time, but the lack of warning, and the fact that she was actually getting well before this, makes it incredibly hard to handle.

Many of these nights have actually been spent here in her room, where I am now. But on Friday night I was told that I can only stay from 6AM-8PM EST going forward. I was not pleased with this news and made that known, but it still gives me 14 hours of possible visitation time per day. I know some people have been through much worse in the last year when it comes to hospital visitation, so I do take that into consideration when calculating my rage. Still, it’s very hard to accept that when your loved one is in this kind of shape and when I consider the other factors I can’t go into right now…

I’m gonna go ahead and work a full schedule of Killstreams this week, absent a breaking event that I’m able to get in the hospital for after 8PM. I did three days last week, but Thursday and Friday offered some of the first rays of hope, so I took those nights off. By the way, there’s been some more hope this weekend, so I definitely don’t want to sound too negative. She’s reacting to my voice a bit and followed some directions when it came to eye movement. I’m also about 95% sure she can hear what I’m saying. There’s still a long road to go down and like I said at the beginning, it’s simply unknown where this thing is gonna go. But I’m gonna be here for it either way, doing what I can to make positive outcomes more likely.

It is kind of a weird existence right now, though. Obviously, for me, everything else in the world pales in comparison to my Mamma and her struggle here. No one has ever meant more to me. No one has backed me more, even when they shouldn’t have. No one has loved me more, even when it wasn’t easy. There’s no one I’ve ever loved more myself.

Sometimes I catch myself mid-tweet, thinking, “What in the fuck am I doing? This is meaningless!” Or I get lost in thought about her, thinking of some random trip we took, or memory we shared. Maybe a thought about something I should have done comes up. It can be maddening in a lot of ways…in most ways.

But, thankfully, I have a lot of amazing friends, colleagues, and supporters who have lifted me up. The sheer number of messages is so staggering that I haven’t been able to get back to every single person. I want you all to know that it’s meant more to me than I could ever possibly express. The whole “Can’t Abort the Retort” slogan has sort of become part of my identity, and sometimes it can be a burden. It feels like I have to keep going no matter what. While I never want to lose that mentality, I also want to thank all of you for letting me know it’s ok to put it to the side from time to time.

Thank you all so very much. I appreciate the strength you’ve given to me personally, and all the prayers you sent up for my Mom. I will never forget it as long as I live.

 

Sincerely,

Ethan Ralph

The Great Recharge

24 October 2021

Wow, it feels good to be back on these pages. It’s been quite awhile! The last few times I’ve posted here I always find myself giving some variation of that intro, and it’s sad. Because the one thing that always reigns supreme for me is the written word. A lot of you motherfuckers can’t even read these days, so it’s much more lucrative to run my mouth on the internet. Nonetheless, this is my personal favorite when it comes to my online output.

The next natural question then would be, “Why doesn’t your fat ass write, then?” Well, like I said, I make more money running my mouth. But, it’s not just that. It takes time to write and I just don’t find myself having much of that these days. Two shows a day, five days a week. The setup for that, the prep for that…real life shit on top. You can quickly see how these things add up. Still, I’m making a promise to myself to come back here much more often.

I’m thinking of that Happy Gilmore scene now…

I won’t even mention the mythical book. OK, well, I guess I just did. Point is, I haven’t forgotten all the written word enthusiasts. I’m one of them myself.

Why am I here, again? I don’t think I’ve made that clear. I mentioned being a fan of writing. One of the reasons is because I always feel like it helps me clear my head a bit. It takes the jumbled up morass of bullshit that is my conscious mind and orders it, at least for a time. I find myself becoming more patient and more strategic the more that I write. I’m not sure if it’s like that for everyone, but I’ve certainly noticed it with myself.

Tweets do not count in the above calculation, which is one reason I took several days away from that platform. The other is because I think a break was needed for me to delineate the first part of 2021 from the end of the year. I’ve let people who are pieces of shit, quite frankly…people who have personally betrayed me…get way too much time on my own platform. They don’t deserve the acknowledgement and I think that part of the show has taken away too much time from the rest of it. The pie chart is out of whack, so to speak.

This is not even addressing the wild bullshit that’s made up by anonymous spergs on the daily. That’s certainly something I’m gonna be ignoring, too, going forward. I’ve had long stretches before where I’ve done just that. But it’s easy to get in the mindset of, “I need to correct this heinous lie, lest someone actually believe it.” But, truthfully, there’s so much outright fabrication and fanfiction from those sectors at this point that I don’t even think it matters. In fact, who gives a fuck anyway? I actually want those people to hate me, because I hate them as well. I often wish them dead, their family ruined, them out on the streets…just as all those things have been wished on me by that same mob. So, why even care? It makes no sense, logically. And for the few people who may be convinced by those idiots, the same thing applies. Eat shit and die.

So, stop sending me musings from the grifter lawyer who allegedly pimps out his wife to black dudes. I don’t care about the child pornographer who runs the fanfiction forum, unless it’s his arrest report or obituary. The twink down in Dallas who finally came out of the closet? Nah. Leave it. I have more important things to worry about. Like, the Killstream.

Speaking of that program, I will be returning on October 25th at 9:30PM EST. I’m still working on the upcoming guest list, but here’s what I have so far:

Tues, October 26th: Vito Gesualdi and Dick Masterson

Thur, October 28th: Tommy Sotomayor makes his Killstream Debut

Tues, November 2nd: Raging Dissident + Virginia Governor Election Night

Thur, November 4th: Nick Fuentes vs Styx – The China Question

Fri, November 5th: Adam Green vs Myles Poland – Is Christianity Jewish Propaganda?

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Unfortunately, I’m not able to announce the reopening of Killstream.TV just yet. The site has been getting hit by attacks since August. Imavex, the people who work on behalf of our partners from SecureServer, detailed this in their own press release. These things happen, but this seems to be a deliberate attack on the Killstream itself, along with some of the other right wing creators who use SecureServer. We sent out a message and told people to change their passwords, etc. The bank said there was no danger from the “last 4” information, but some changed cards anyway, which I understand. I thought that would be enough, however the attackers have still been messing with some of the core functions of the site. So, the decision was made to take it down.

This has turned out to be more complex than originally thought because of the nature of the assault. I had a call on Thursday with SecureServer. They offered me the ability to break the contract I have with them, but said they hoped that I wouldn’t. It was then explained that it would take two weeks for them to get the site back up on the new solution. Given what they said and what I already have invested in the operation (not money-wise, just time and effort), I told them to go ahead with the fix. That’s where we are now. They also offered me a month’s refund, but I told them to add it onto the user’s subscriptions instead.

I’ll send another email out to subscribers later this evening.

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Where does that leave us? Here, I guess. It’s been a long year. The stuff I talked about in the intro aren’t the only things that have gotten me off track. I also have some well documented disputes with unnamed parties in my personal life. I think I’ve spent way too much time on that stuff, too, at least as far as “in public” goes. Those things will continue to progress without me tweeting about it. I do have a criminal court date early next year, on a charge that most thought was already behind me. I expect to come out on top, because I’m not guilty. But, you never know how these things may turn out. Just to put it all out there, it’s a misdemeanor with an 11-month max. Absolute worst case scenario is out by Christmas 2022. Nothing like that would ever break me. I think most of you know it. But, those are the facts of the matter and it’s better, in my mind, to just put them out there.

Oh, before I go: Shoutout to my Mom. I miss her so much. The year has been…well, it’s the worst year of my life because of her passing. There’s just no getting around that. She could have went in a perfect manner and it still would have been the shittiest time ever. But, as I’ve talked about, that’s not what happened at all. For that reason, it’s been extra tough. She was stolen away from me through the neglect of others and I didn’t even get to be with her on the day she died. It’s something I can still barely comprehend. How could this have happened to me?

Fact is, it did. And I’m still here. There is nothing anyone mentioned in this post, obliquely or otherwise, could ever do to top that feeling. Honestly, there’s nothing in this life that could ever break me on such a level ever again. It’s kind of liberating in many respects. These people have no idea what hard times really are. A short bid in jail ain’t it and neither are f****** online making up bullshit. Getting a call in the middle of your show, asking for permission to put your Mother on a ventilator and initiate brain surgery? Yea, that’s it.

Another acknowledgement: May, who is carrying my child, has been a great, shining light in my life. She’s also put up with all my bullshit over the past year. AND, on top of that, she’s carrying my daughter and just hit 14 weeks. So, I would be remiss if I didn’t give her the proper credit as well.

See, not everything is shit. Also, ONE MORE shoutout to all the supporters, who most definitely are not shit. I’m still proud of our output this year and I hope you are as well. I took the last four days or so to recharge, which I know I don’t often do. I think it will be to the benefit of the show, though, and hopefully you will agree.

OK, OK, I’ll stop with the writing…for now.

Fear

31 January 2022

What must it be like to live in abject fear?

Not the everyday variety. Life is hard, and we’re all scared, to some degree. Sickness, death, birth, life…the mysteries of existence. These things have torn at the psyche of great (and lesser) men since time began.

Fear itself is not new.

What I’m talking about is a different kind of fear. One that keeps you from leaving your house. One that causes you to change the name you were born with. One that pushes you into deluding your fellow citizens into the nightmare COVID regime.

All because, at your core, you are a scared, old man who’s simply afraid to die. 

You’ve never had any real convictions your whole life. You’re proud of that, even! Or, so you say. In reality, you are a scared child praying, hoping, wishing that you could escape your just rewards. You’ll do anything, suck off any one, to avoid it. You simply can’t live as you have portrayed yourself. It’s too much! You cry about it in Twitter dm’s, you whine to your fat Asian hog….but deep down, you know this is what you signed up for.

And you can’t fucking stand it.

You entire life is a fabrication. You duck and dive and do whatever you possibly can to avoid the piper getting paid. You put your own family at risk. You do anything, anything at all, to avoid simply owning up to your deeds. You have no core whatsoever, and what you do claim as personality traits are simply things you read on a message board.

Most people would see this as a hellish existence…because it is.

There are mistakes I have made, to be sure. But I could never, and would never, live like a fucking bitch. Scared to leave my house…scared of the name my Daddy gave me…scared of fucking COVID…scared of anything and everything.

It’s all terror to you when the microphone is off.

We all know it, too. It’s very easy to see a scared old man, coughing up one of his last breaths in between lame monologues that weren’t even funny 2 years ago, much less now.

I literally would have rather died in the street the other day here in Lisbon than live like a fucking coward, if you can even call what I described above as “living.”

Some people are fine with the delusions. They are comforted by them, even. I understand! I, too, used to love the thought of Santa Claus, or the Easter Bunny, or the Tooth Fairy. But there comes a time when childish delusions about a childless loser must come to an end.

It’s the natural course of life, you see.

Well, if you actually live life. If you live like scared, old, bitch…well, maybe you continue on in your delusions.

I won’t hold it against you!

The Emperor has no clothes, he has no children, and he has very few white blood cells left (allegedly).

Maybe, in another life, he wasn’t such a pussy.

See you tomorrow night on the Killstream!

The Smoke

03 February 2022

I really didn’t want to write a long ass article on Cancer Man James Augustine (formerly James O’Shaughnessy) and all this gay ass Gator shit, but, you know, if you never go into detail on your side and your thinking, people will just run wild with their own bullshit. I really thought my last post was one of the greats here on the site. I didn’t want to add to it. But then Gator went on air and apparently mischaracterized some things, so it just has to happen.

I say apparently, because I didn’t watch a single minute of their 8 hour therapy session. Let me lay out some indisputable facts, however.

I told Gator I wanted him off the show the day after Andy Warski and the fat lesbian he does a show with sent a goon to my actual home. The reason? He was joking around with Warski about “xanaxberries” on Twitter.

We’ll have to invite you to the next one. Bring some xannyberries.

— Traitor Gator, Bringer of Harvests 2WUR🌽 (@GatorTimeYT) January 22, 2022

 

This is a guy, Gator, who I’ve paid every month for almost 2 years. I’ve literally put food on this fat motherfucker’s table, and he’s joking around with the cokehead who just sent someone to my home…on the very same weekend, taking shots at my past drug usage? Disloyal is not the word. Disgusting, is more like it. Gator would be crying in his dakimakura if someone came to his shitty ass apartment.

I’ve mentioned this already, but I wasn’t frightened in the slightest about the clown coming to my house. I would have loved nothing more than to come out there with my baseball bat and crack his fucking skull open. But, you know, I have cases and court concerns all over the fucking country (unlike others, I don’t run and hide in my anime dungeon, change my name, etc). It’s just not something I’m at liberty to do, especially with my daughter about to be born in 2 months.

But you know who was upset? My fiancée, May. She didn’t lose her mind in fear. But she didn’t know who it was at first and it was a frightening situation. Why, you ask? Someone tried to kidnap her out of home in September 2020. The bastard is going to be sentenced for this next week. This is public record. But the way you hear people certain scumbags talk about this, it’s no big deal to come to my house and scare my 7-months pregnant fiancée who was almost kidnapped from her home last year.

Yea, if you think like that, you can just kill yourself. Even 30 seconds of fear is 30 seconds too much. Plus, all the people you see talking shit would literally piss their pants if someone showed up to their house. But I’m supposed to be cool with that?

Fuck. No.

Punks thought it was hilarious to visit my home and scare my pregnant fiancee. Why might she be scared? She didn’t even know who it was outside at first, for one. But what about after?

Someone tried to kidnap her last year from her home. The guy pled guilty to felonies. KF Take? pic.twitter.com/dvKuYF2uYB

— Ethan Ralph (@TheRalphRetort) January 25, 2022

 

Gator knew someone tried to kidnap May last year. He knew it all. But he still saw fit to roll me under the bus for cheap Twitter laughs. Why? Because he’s weak in mind and spirit…a little bitch, to be quite honest. The very least someone in his spot could do is keep his fucking mouth shut and have some kind of honor. But, you know, that’s not Gator, apparently.

Oh, and he wasn’t happy with his compensation? Well, that’s news to me. Gator (and I really hope he tries to deny this) never once complained to me about one red cent. Men ask for more money if they want more money. I don’t run a fucking charity. And to be quite honest with you, he’s been phoning it in for months and barely even appearing on the show. A guy like Southern Dingo has added a million times more to the on air entertainment the last 6 months. No one with a brain can argue this.

The dude wasn’t pulling his ample weight. That’s the simple fact of the matter.

Anyway, after I caught the beatdown here in Lisbon, I messaged him and tried to just forget that. Let’s put it behind us, etc. This was my good friend! I thought, you know, let me let this be a lesson! Life is more important! We did put it behind us, briefly, although he still didn’t want to come back on the show. Which, to be honest with you, I was more than fine with. Then, he went on Twitter and got in his feelings after I wrote my last post. He said he would wish me the best of luck in my future endeavors. This is a line I’ve used (it comes from Vince McMahon) and he did it to fuck with me, without question. I wrote him on Discord and said there would be no further need for us to talk and he gave me the Discord for my show that I had him “running” (in reality he did very little after the setup.

The next time I heard from him, he was snaking on me with the prolific out and proud homosexual streamer, Flamenco. I think I had said something about getting rid of the dead weight on my own live show, but other than that, I was very measured in what I said about this fucking goblin. He goes on an 8 hour whine fest lol.

It was clearly planned and premeditated. Which, you know, is fine. That’s how this business goes. But anyone acting like this fucking sniveling weasel has any ounce of honor or moral standing is full of shit. He was my personal little bitch for years for the low, low price of $200 a month. The fuck can make up whatever the hell he wants to now, but that’s the truth. If you wanted more money, you should have asked for it, loser.

He’s now on Twitter bringing my son into his attacks, so I think that says pretty much all you need to know. The dude is scum and I wouldn’t piss on him if he were on fire. Hopefully this cancer shit is the gift that keeps on giving and spreads to another…sector.

Speaking of cancer…”Whyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyy would you say something about DADDY JIM?”

Some fucking old man who shakes his cancer medication bottles and talks shit about me every time I hear him open his goddamn mouth on the topic? The shit isn’t even funny. It’s some old, stale joke, like his actual life. The guy lives in a fucking constant state of fear, refuses to even leave his home, lest he get sneezed on and die, and was dead wrong on the biggest issue of our lifetimes, COVID-19. For months he promoted the nonsense that we needed to shutdown our whole world. He came on my show and said the same. Then, he disappeared for a year and has still yet to own up to the worst call of our lifetimes.

And he’s just an annoying faggot. Joking about someone is one thing. I joke about myself constantly. My life is insane. But when every time you see someone, they’re talking shit, it’s not good natured. It’s a guy trying to put someone else down and I just don’t think some old, scary-minded, anime dungeon-having freak deserves any respect any more. At one time, I felt differently. I’ve been very deferential to the guy. That shit is beyond over. I’m not Gator. I don’t roll over for anyone.

Everything you see from him is fake. He was scared shitless of getting sued by that old Monograph loser, so shitless, in fact, that he changed his own name. Do you know how that was discovered, by the way? His camwhore partner got her card pulled because she was too sloppy to keep up (sloppy is a theme with her). This is the Mighty Metokur! The fake king of anonymity who namefagged his whole life…who was against Patreon and merch, before he was for it…who is actually just a scared senior citizen not too far off from the literal nursing home.

I’m way past acting like this dude has any standing to talk shit about anyone’s life and not get some smoke in return. Motherfucker, you sit in your house, terrified, and watch Japanese cartoons all day. I would sooner die than live your pathetic existence, and that’s no hyperbole.

Some people wanted me to go into detail, so there you go. I think you’re starting to catch my drift, whether you agree with it or not. I’m not gonna live as a fake. I’m not gonna give deference to subpar ex-employees who ratted on me while I was in my hospital bed. And I’m for damn sure not gonna give any more fucks about addressing anyone or any topic

If you want the smoke, you can get it.