The greatest time of year has come to 2014! And did you think we here at Quantum Flux would be above it? Did you think we were too good for costumes and candy? WELL YOU'RE FUCKING WRONG! Host Daniel Creeden as Kevin Smith And Host Erik Creamer as the Titty Master himself, Dean Ambrose.
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Hello, friends. Once again, it is I, Kaitlyn. On my journey to collect the seven Power Gems, I took the time to visit the kindly old wizard, as you know from our last meeting. He was kind enough to not only let me stay the night, but also allow me to watch this weeks movie in his cottage. With his powerful whit magic, he crated a projection of this weeks movie. And now, I present to you, Top Dog. The movie starts with a kid and some old guy buying some donuts. At least, I’d assume it was donuts. The old man does take out a jelly doughnut and gives it to the dog, but you never see the rest of the donuts, so did he just buy a single doughnut to give to the dog? I guess so. Afterwards the man gets into his police car, which is just his normal car with some police lights in the window, and the dog follows after. The man drives off to whatever crime he has to solve this week, which will surely be kindhearted and wacky. He arrives at the scene of where white supremacists had blown up a building with three bombs, which for some reason left the building just a tad bit on fire. Some other stuff happens, and then Chuck Norris gets paired up with the dog to be crime fighting machines against the white supremacists... Oh yeah, and the old dude dies and the kid did some stuff I think. There was then a fight with some clowns. Please don’t ask me why, I don’t know. No one knows. I’m depressed. I’m not talking about his movie anymore. Goodbye. *EDITORS NOTE*In lieu of more detail for this horrendous pile of dog shit, I present you with this fight scene. Recently completed Week 5 of DDP Yoga, and figured I would offer up a personal progress report.
So, What's the verdict so far? The changes I feel are truly transformative, I feel better physically than I have in years, and I am always shocked at how little I had to do in order to start seeing results within 1-2 weeks. It is literally nearly magical! Yeah, sure... it is basically just getting off of your lazy ass every once in a while, but that shit is hard for some people (see: Americans)! However, the way DDP has laid this out is perfect. No matter how I feel during a yoga day, I am ALWAYS looking forward to whatever workout I have set for that day. It's fun and it wakes your body up. It ain't just talk. It ain't just hype. The Before and After pics will eventually speak for themselves. Let's get week 6 started! BANG! Good evening, morning, or afternoon. My name is Kaitlyn Creeden, and because of some, ahem, difficulties in the viewing of this week’s dog-movie month’s kick-off, I will be writing this weeks blog entry. You see, this movie was so terribly bad, my father, one Daniel Creeden, was forced to take his own life out of pure depression caused by this movie’s life-endangering nature. So for the past week, I have been sent on the quest to find the 7 power gems in order to bring my father back from the cold grip of death. I am currently making my abode in a wise old wizard’s cottage. I thank him here for his kindness and hospitality. For without him, I may not be here typing today. Without further ado, I present to you, Doggie Boogie.
The movie begins with a dog dancing competition. Many dogs and there owners dance their dances, but there is one dancing duo that is most likely meant to catch the audience’s eye. the main antagonist of the movie is dancing in the competition. She wears an extraordinarily large wig and un-necessarily sparkling spandex body suit. At this moment one of the plot’s protagonists s dancing with his dog, about to win the competition. The Antagonist woman, (who I will call Wig Sexy out of simplicity- and the fact her name is never stated throughout the movie.), can’t lose to such a low life, and blinds him, causing him, (who i will call Uncle Nobody because that his character in a nutshell), to punch the small dog in it’s puppy dog face, which explains why the dog is in a cone for the entirety of the movie Afterwards, the scene cuts to Dog-butt McNoHope and her mother, Unsupportive. Dog-butt is speaking to her dog, Pijo about how she doesn’t want to go to law school, and instead wants to take up a career in dog dancing like her Uncle Nobody. Afterwards, Unsupportive barges in talking about law school or something dumb like that. Dog-butt immediately jumps to “But mom, this is who I really am!” when asked about packing. Instead she talks about her dog dancing passion, and in the process, poor, sweet Pijo passes out on the floor. They immediately call a vet. When the vet comes, they explain that nothing is wrong with Pijo, despite the fact he keeps slipping in and out of consciousness for seemingly no reason. Dog-butt makes this extremely apparent as she snaps this at the vet. When the vet and Unsupportive leave, the vet’s assistant, Racist Stereotype 1, comes up to her and tells her to go to some hippie dog-aura place. He is then scolded for supporting another company. The racist stereotype comes back in the next scene with is car covered in various pens, in which i assume 90% of the budget for this movie went into, considering most of the rooms are shot in one spot and all outdoor scenes are limited to two houses. Also that it was filmed on a cam-corder. Lovely. Any-who the next scene is utterly useless and does not further the plot in any way shape or form. Basically Pijo jumps into the racist stereotypes car and he drives off with him. Dog-butt hops in a taxi and gives chase. Following is a pointless yet exciting chase scene. Nothing screams excitement like obeying all posted street signs. End of scene. I hope this scene really helped you fill that 60 minute time slot. Afterwards, they drive off to the new age veterinarians, who are not qualified past the point that they can read the dog’s auras, which makes no sense both in and out of context. These new aged veterinarians, Blonde and Ugly Betty the Second, say they must be paid for there work and put Dog-butt on a waiting list. Up until they realize that Dog-butt’s Uncle Nobody is her Uncle Nobody, who runs the Doggie Boogie dog dancing studio. After they realize that Dog-butt is related to Uncle Nobody, they agree to treat Pijo for free. That and the dog has a strong aura or something equally as stupid, which believe it or not is a fairly large plot point. Another semi-large plot point is the extremely large poster that reads “NO DOGEROIDS” which is most likely there to cover up the part of the bleachers that they couldn’t cover with their fantabulous blankets and sheets. Afterwards, the scene cuts over to Wig Sexy and her nephew, Dumpy at Uncle Nobody’s home, where he also runs Doggie Boogie from. Wig Sexy proceeds to raid Uncle Nobody’s mailbox to look for god knows what. Probably dogeroids, which aren’t even necessary for dog dancing, yet they felt it necessity to put a giant sign inside the arena. Because it was such a prominent issue Honestly, I don’t remember the rest of the movie, and frankly, I prefer it to be that way. But I do remember that at the end of the movie, Pijo does a triple flip, Dog-butt realizes her career as a dog aura reader, and Unsupportive is ok with Dog-butts decisions. Please, as I will soon tell many of my friends, do not watch Doggie Boogie. I beg of you. This movie is so terrible I refuse to watch it, even ironically, for the rest of my life. Just...don’t watch Doggie Boogie. It will change your life in the worst possible way. (***NOTE*** THIS IS NOT A FILM REVIEW) "Kevin Smith is _________________ ." Ask a hundred different people to finish that sentence, and you'll most likely get a hundred different answers. Kevin Smith always seems to get the business end of the shit-chopping spoon, unfortunately crowning him this generation's premiere pop culture whipping boy. Smith, 44, who has gained such a negative public reputation by hacking into celebrity cloud accounts in 2014 and leaking them online in a scandal nicknamed The Fappening... Wait... He never did that. Let me try that again. Smith, 44, who has gained such a negative public reputation by savagely beating his wife unconscious in an Atlantic City elevator... Wait... That definitely wasn't him either. Third time is a charm, right? Smith, 44, who has gained such a negative public reputation by being an unforgivably-coiffed and bitter ring rat who is massively misinformed about nearly everything they talk about... Holy shit! That isn't him either! Out of all the examples I can continue to hilariously mistake Mr. Smith for, what has Kevin actually done to deserve such a reputation? He has the audacity to make movies. MOVIES!!!! How FUCKING dare he??? Yeah, Kevin Smith writes and directs movies. He doesn't have a concentration camp where he forces you to watch his creations like that sick twist Walt Disney, either. He just makes films. Films you can choose not to watch. However, with every step Smith takes, people seem to come out of the internet's woodwork to attack him. Some are there to laugh at what they perceive to be failure, others are there to throw stones from the comfort of their chair of anonymity simply because they can. In whatever way you try to spin it, it is an unfair treatment of a human being. Am I saying that the internet as a whole is Howard Howe? No. Of course not. That would just be silly. I AM saying that the internet (or more importantly, how we use it) is a crucial piece of evidence to support the case Howard makes against humanity (his own as well as everyone else's). Furthermore, how fitting is it that the victim we wind up following in TUSK is none other than an internet celebrity? Representing the other side of the critic coin are those who naysay and haven't done a lick of research into the topic at hand. It is almost hilarious how many people don't watch Smith's movies, but give their critiques of them anyway. I said ALMOST hilarious. The humor comes to a screeching halt once you realize they truly buy into their own bullshit. I have read several reviews about his latest film, TUSK. In my opinion, not a single reviewer has seemed to hit the nail on the head about this film so far. Whether it is a glowing review, a harsh review, or something in between, there is something that these folks simply aren't getting. I'm not sure I'll be able to do much better, but I feel I at least connect to TUSK in a way other people do not, so it is eventually worth a shot. Plus, I now feel like returning to projects I had since set aside because I thought the ideas were too strange or silly. After all, that is the environment Smith is trying to foster for us filmmakers and entertainers who are still hoping to break famous. No matter what, create what you want to create.
I thank Kevin Smith for enduring the endless slings and arrows to prove that point to us time and time again. -EC So because of my own boredom, Shitty Movie Fridays is getting a make over of sorts. Nothing to noticable of course, but something to sort of give it a little more direction. I am going to add a bit of themeing to the films that are watched. The remainder of october is obvious right? Lets work through the rest of the month with horror movies, right? Wrong! Dog movies! i want to finish out this month with 3 dog movies! Which ones you ask? Well have some fucking patience and wait! You will be informed of the theme as the month approaches.
It should come as no surprise that we here at the Quantum Flux empire have spent a good amount of our tenure here on this planet wasting time. It has always felt like it was our personal responsibility to make our lives and the lives of those around us a little bit wierder. Just ask anyone that knew us in our youth and they will tell you, we were the weird ones. The ones you remember from your own days in school that, while you laughed at them, made your day just that much more enjoyable. It should also come as no surprise that we at Quantum Flux, specifically the Topical Creamer crew, spent our years in high school dabbling in the use of certain illicit substances. One day we will regale you with the story of the time I took a world history test while under the influence of LSD, but not today. Today we will be discussing our exploration within the wonderful world of marijuana. You see, marijuana (street name: weed, grass, wacky tabacky)has the somewhat adverse effect of a sense of paranoia. And when you add artificial paranoia into an already unstable situation, strange things tend to occur.
It all started one day when we decided to go for a walk from Erik’s house to the video store in Fairway Park. Neither of us were licensed drivers, and even if we were, the walk was close enough to negate the need for a vehicle. We decided that we would make our way to the video store to rent ourselves a video game to enjoy that night. Appian Video had a decent selection on games for the Nintendo 64, and playing said games was how we tended to spend our time. At the low low price of 3 dollars (Usually cleaved in twixt by one of the nice ladies working as the clerk who would give us a discount for shelving the porno returns for her. Win/win.) a three day rental usually was well more than enough for us to get our money’s worth. On this trip, I believe we rented Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater. Our friend Amy was working the counter that day, so we attained our discount and spent some time talking. Nothing substantial came from the talk. I believe there was some mockery on our part regarding her birth control pills. Yea, we could be assholes. When we had finished up, we were on our merry way, back to Erik’s house to enjoy a night of video games and annoying the others within the home. Now is the time in my story that I feel I need to address all of that marijuana talk up near the beginning. During the events of this story, we are not under the influence of any sort of illicit substance. I went through all the rigamarole of explaining our use of marijuana to start off this story as a way to sort of set the stage. Yes, we were known to use marijuana. No, this was not one such occasion. Anyway, back to our story. We were on our way back through Fairway Park when we noticed something peculiar. Something that we had not seen before. It was a door. And not a door like the many others that lined the shopping center, not your normal storefront, like the post office or the donut shop that flanked this strange, no, this was a solitary glass door sitting alone between two storefronts. Easily overlooked, Erik and I decided that this was a strange door that, due to our having never noticing it before must have appeared out of nowhere. Behind the glass of the door was a staircase leading to a second floor that had never occurred to either of us that it existed. The door, on this occasion was locked. We decided to go back to Erik’s house and discuss further what we should do about this random door. For the next few weeks, we returned to the door, only to find it locked each time. A sign near the door listed the different businesses that were currently taking up residence in the office space on the second floor. The idea of an office residing upstairs was completely foreign to us, so we decided that the one company whose name was placard, Toro Development Co., was clearly some sort of nefarious front for something highly secretive and sinister. We started to see references to Toro Development Co. all over the place. On trucks, on signs around town, and on a business card that I found in the bathroom at the local swim club. Needless to say, we had began to get increasingly paranoid about this company and their obvious attempts at getting us to notice that they were everywhere and there was nothing we could do about it. About a month after we had first discovered the door, we returned to it again. This wasn’t the first time we had returned to it, no, but this was the first time we had returned to it that the door was unlocked. “Holy shit...” Erik exclaimed, clearly taken aback by the opening of the door. “Wha... What do we do now?” I wondered “Well, we go up the stairs I guess.” Erik answered. With a worried tinge in our hearts, we began to climb the stairs, not knowing what to expect. At the top landing sat a hallway running through. To the right, a series of doors, to the left, a single door, open with a water cooler on the other side. We decided to first explore to the right. As stated before, there were a series of doors, offices most likely, all locked. At the end, the hallway opened up to a reception area with a few chairs for waiting in and a desk. Behind the desk was a middle aged woman, clearly readying herself and her things to leave for her lunch break. “E...Excuse me...” Erik asked in a timid manner. “Oh hi, how can I help you?”The receptionist answered, in that happy, jovial way that you only see in a receptionist. “Um... What’s going on here?” Erik asked “What?” She responded. “What’s going on here?” Erik asked again, with slightly more confidence. “Well... Everyone’s out to lunch, if that’s what you mean.” “No, I mean, this place wasn’t here a few weeks ago, and now it looks like there’s some kind of business working here. Whats going on?” “Son, I have been working here for five years, and as far as I know, this place has been here for much longer than that. We didn’t just spring up here a couple of weeks ago.” “No... No, this place is brand n...” “Why do you have all these aerial pictures of the city?” I rudely interrupted. “They’re just decoration,” the receptionist quickly responded, “I need to go to lunch, I don’t have Time for this.” And she quickly picked up her purse and hurried passed us, never to be heard from again. Well, by us at least. With the receptionist gone, we now had free reign to explore this mysterious second floor. By explore, of course I mean take a cursory glance of out immediate surroundings and head back to the stairs to make our way back home where all is safe. ALL IS SAFE. Before I could head down the stairs, Erik stopped me. “I’m gonna grab a drink of water.” Erik said as he motioned towards the water cooler in the room we have yet to explore. “No man, lets just go!” I answered, worried about what would happen if Erik went in there. “No, I want a drink of water.” He replied as he turned to the cooler. He pulled a cup from the dispenser and began to fill it with water. Once full, he drank down the whole cup. Clearly no being satisfied by the contents, he filled and drank another. And another. On his fourth cup, he turned to see the rest of the room. He seemed to notice something as he waved , finished his final cup, threw it away, and hurried back to me and rushed me down the stairs. “What?” I asked, “What was it?” “There were people in there.” He answered “People?” “People. When I turned, there was a group of like 17 Indian just staring at me.” We laughed about the whole thing as we walked back to Erik’s house. in the decade or so that has passed since then, the whole door consequence has only come up anecdotes. We have never returned up the stairs, nor have we ever discussed doing so. But I do believe that the mystery is still prevelant. Toro Development Co. needs to be exposed! Questions need answering, god damn it! When it comes to this blog, specifically these entries that reflect on sitting through awful movies, it may seem like there aren’t any standards. Like there is nothing to awful to be discussed. Well, folks, truth is there are standards. If a movie isn’t awful enough, like It is bad, but there isn’t all that much to talk about, then it gets nixed. On the contrary, if a movie is really bad, then it also gets the axe. Believe it or not, there is a fine line that needs to be walked for a movie to be deemed worthy of discussion. Bad movies can be extremely enjoyable when they fit into that extremely niche bottle of worth. I truly enjoy watching a pile of garbage where it is clear that the film maker made an earnest effort to do something worthwhile and failed abysmally. When a movie seems horrendously slapped together to possibly make a few bucks, it shows, and the fact that the movie has been largely forgotten is completely forgivable. On the other hand, sometimes a movie is given the moniker of “one of the worst movies ever made” and it totally doesn’t deserve it.
Our first movie of the evening falls into this category. Mosquito was a movie made in 1995 by director Gary Jones, best known as one of Sam Raimi’s assistant directors on Army of Darkness. The film centers around a ragtag group of people; a newly hired park ranger/biologist and her boyfriend, a meteorologist (not like the kind you see on TV, one who studies meteors, which is totally NOT what a meteorologist is), a park ranger, and two men who just escaped a bank robbery. They are in the midst of an invasion. a sort of alien invasion. A UFO crashes near a campground killing the pilot. It is never explained what the alien was doing or why it was doing it, which would be forgivable if they even once acknowledged that it had ever happened. While laying on the ground dying, the alien is fed upon by a mosquito. It is never delved upon, but this apparently creates a new breed of insect that is much much larger than an average mosquito, about the size of a large dog that can fly. The biologist lady and her boyfriend run into one with their car, damaging the cars radiator and forcing them to try and find a mechanic to fix it. Leaving the mechanic, they find themselves in need of a ride which they find in the form of a black dude in a jeep. We find out that the black dude is a meteorologist. The other guy makes a comment about him predicting the weather and the man scoffs at this, saying that he studies meteors. That isn’t fucking meteorology! Meteorology is the god damned study of the weather! What he claims to be is an astronomer! A meteor astronomer to be specific. Anyway, a device starts clicking in the back of the guys jeep. He says it measures radiation. It doesn’t look like any Geiger counter that I haver ever seen, but I am am far from an expert on Geiger counters so I am clearly making comments while my head is lodged far up my ass. Anyway, the machine is reacting to something nearby that is giving off large amounts of radiation. They begin to follow the trail. Meanwhile, three rednecks are running from something. We are never told, but do in fact find out through the credits that they were bank robbers leaving a heist. Their car breaks down, they get out of the car and are attacked by a giant mosquito. As the events unfold, one of the bank robbers shoots anoth... You know what? I’m done discussing this movie. Frankly, it is what it is. It has a dumb ass story about giant bugs killing people in a camp ground and is largely acted poorly by people that are no longer in the business. The practical effects work, they look like real giant mosquitos, and the gore effects work fine. Sam Raimi’s influence on the director is apparent and the film is shot in a fairly workable fashion. What little budget ($200,000) they had clearly went towards the effects and it showed. There was no apparent ADR or external mic setup and the lighting was subpar if existent. I wouldn’t recommend this movie by any means, but it is far from being one of the worst movies ever made, as is how it is usually referenced. Our second movie, however, definitely falls into this category. Monster was a VHS I found at Goodwill and decided to purchase based on the box art alone. The box art and the title suggested that this was some form of low budget Alien ripoff. Fact is, this is a movie that was clearly made because the person who made it (Which is apparently debated) knew one person with a rubber monster suit and another person with a helicopter. Not some sort of bad ass transport helicopter, but one more akin to the Bat-copter from the old Batman TV show, or the one from M*A*S*H. The movie is basically about a guy in a rubber monster suit terrorizing a small Columbian village and the villagers blaming a local woman because it is believed she is a bruja. I’m not going to go into detail on this movie for two reasons. 1: It is a low low low budget film (I can’t find any info on the actual budget, but I would estimate that it is somewhere between 75 and 100 thousand dollars... Yea.) It was released in 1980, but it looks more like something that was made in the late 60‘s, ala 90% of the movies featured on Mystery Science Theater 3000. It looked and felt like something I would have been disappointed in ordering from the DCS Video Screams catalog (They have a web-site now! http://www.videoscreams.com/) back in high school. 2: I only watched about an hour of it. Much like the movies from MST3K, it is unbearable without the running commentary. So in the end, yes, I am bitching about a film that I never actually finished. Something that I hate. But you know what, at least I tried. The fact that I have watched Pocket Ninjas to completion but couldn’t finish this movie speaks volumes. It says a whole hell of a lot more than I would be able to put into words. So to sum what little I have said about Monster up, fuck this movie. Don’t watch it. If you feel the inclination to do so, shoot yourself in the head, It’ll be a better use of your time. -Dan This week has been a great one for television premieres. WARNING: If you are one of those folks who doesn't "get" or isn't "interested" by The Walking Dead, fuck right the fuck off. This conversation is now officially above you. Might I suggest going HERE for something more up your alley. You enjoy that, lil' fella. Now... For the rest of you, let us begin with: AMERICAN HORROR STORY - FREAKSHOW While the absolute perfection of Breaking Bad may have orphaned us, and with the sublime Michael C. Hall gracing us with his portrayal of serial killer Dexter Morgan now a thing of the past, few shows have been able to battle for that top spot on such a superb level as the American Horror Story anthology series. Every season, they never fail to raise the bar, while simultaneously allowing their terrific ensemble cast to ply their craft in an insanely creative environment. From Murder House, to Asylum & Coven, the visuals have always felt like their own omnipotent character to me, but never as much as it does now with Freakshow. There is a deep sense of mistrust and dread permeating from the beginning of the premiere episode, all the way until the final credits roll (and might I add, for several hours after!). I don't wish to gush too much, as I would risk repeating myself after future episodes... So I will simply discuss the most insane addition to this year's cast of characters. Twisty the Clown. Played by John Carroll Lynch (The Drew Carey Show), Twisty is the silent but anxiety-inducing killer clown who we were introduced to in the premiere episode of Freakshow. Lynch is no stranger to playing the bad guy (Gothika, etc.), but he has tapped into something truly terrifying in his portrayal of Twisty. The descriptions "Loose Cannon" or "Coiled Spring" fall far short in describing what you can only guess is going on from the flashes of madness in his eyes. I am invested. THE WALKING DEAD I have a LOT to say about the Season 5 premiere of The Walking Dead. I have waited patiently for months like everyone else, and tonight had that buzz in the air. We watched the episode, and we roundly loved it. My head filled with all the things I would want to say about the premiere... However, every single time I began to write down my thoughts, one image keeps coming to mind. I LOVE Morgan, and seeing him in the show was the perfect stinger to close out this episode. Standing ovation to TWD team. Absolutely NOTHING could have made me happier... YEAH!!! THAT'S RIGHT!!! #DeathToJudith so we can get passed this baby bullshit already!!! Stupid fucking Z Nation had a zombie baby running around episode FUCKING ONE, and that little fuck killed Harold Perrineau!!!
HAROLD FUCKING PERRINEAU!!! You say don't want a zombie baby in TWD? GOOD! Have the little silly ass weirdo get eaten by geeks! Point being, GET THAT FUCKING BABY OFF OF MY TELEVISION SCREEN! *ehem* So, while I will eventually go into far more detail (and most definitely theories) at a later date, this blog will have to do. -EC In my youth, I remember watching a certain TV series. A TV series who’s sole existence was to promote Christian morals and living. This show was called 7th Heaven and it was awful. The show revolved around a Christian pastor and his family and their lives in such a strange situation. It wasn’t funny, nor was it dramatic, but it tended to hit on the big social issues of the day like teenage smoking and listening to the devils own brand of rock and roll music. Like I said before, it was never a good show, but I watched daily (it was in syndication at this point). Not because I needed a soul cleansing to put me on god’s good side when heaven time came, no, I watched the show on a daily basis because as a high school aged pubescent teen, I wanted to fuck the older daughter, played by a teen Jessica Biel. If only I had the recall to write a blog about every individual time I dedicated a private masturbatorial session to her, I would have a large novel on my hands. I wonder how Ms. Biel would feel about that, a New York Times best seller (no doubt) dedicated to the raunchy and depraved thoughts of an individual teen boy based solely on the thoughts of her naked teenaged body. But I digress. The point of this entry isn’t about her. It’s about the father.
From 1996 to 2007, the part of Rev. Eric Camden was played by Stephen Collins. It was played to a T. If you have ever met a Christian reverend, then you have experienced Mr. Collins’ performance. He got the nosy butt-intoitiveness aspect of a reverend’s personality perfectly. If I recall correctly, there was even an episode where his son went against his beliefs and he kicked him out of his home. I think he did it to his daughter too. Don’t fall right in line with what I want? Then get the fuck away from me! It may not seem Christlike, but it is exactly how anyone involved with the church that I knew acted, so it must be what Jesus wanted. Anyway, friend and fellow Jessica Biel masturbator Erik had a compelling theory. He felt that the father on the show seemed like a pedophile. Granted, he looked the part and played a Christian reverend a little too well, but I was skeptical. I mean, he had been attached to a show that promoted a high moral system for almost a decade, he couldn’t be a piece of shit dirt bag, could he? Well, several days ago (as of this writing) recorded admissions of Mr. Collins’ personal life surfaced and it was revealed that he was, as Erik theorized, a pedophile. In the seventies (somewhere in his 20s or 30s) he had molested a young girl and had exposed himself to several others. Now, this is what was admitted on the recordings (during a therapy session, the shrink says she had turned the tapes over to the authorities and doesnt know how they were released beyond that) but I would like to point out that pedophiles clearly have some sort of wires in their brains crossed and those don’t just undo themselves. Once a pedophile, always a pedophile, so this implies that there is a very real possibility that the molestations were still occurring during the filming of the television series. This would mean that he may have been able to slip it to his show daughters. That Mary, Lucy, and sweet little Ruthie had their innocence taken from them long before the show implied. And if we are going to go ahead and make wild accusations, who is to say that he stopped with the girls? Who is to say that his grimy fingers didn’t make their way into little Simon’s undies and deflower his boyish pink star fruit? This is clearly a sick man and these private recordings being made public are definitely a good thing. And what is the biggest crime that he has committed here? What is the most disturbing part of this whole fiasco? That, of course, is the simple fact that through his heinous actions, he made Erik right... Until out eyes meet again, -Dan |
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