A Reply to That Thing Between Two Crazy People On the Internet -- DOUCHEBAG.

First of all, I'm surprised that you even replied to my embed of your video -- let alone wrote a whole blog about it. When I embedded it, I felt the same amount of concern as many other people who left YouTube comments obviously had. Granted they were far more sycophantic and sugarcoated than a plain, old-fashioned "Get Help or GTFO", but I wasn't aware that the Internet was such serious business in the first place. So thank you for enlightening me on the contrary, especially since all you've done on this site is promote your declining shit out of desperation for the approval of YOUR sheeple. And by your sheeple, I mean the REAL weak ones who think it's okay for you to babble about freedom while bullying other YouTube members out of criticizing poor little you.

If you really want the truth, I used to be a 9/11 conspiracy nut when it happened too. Unfortunately, unlike you, what really affected me emotionally was the people in Hollywood and in political office who were reaping benefits from that tragedy. And now with the Internet being the powerful medium that it is, guys like you -- mental patient or not -- are, in fact, building their nest eggs out of negativity, fear and distorted facts. Montagraph, I used to think you were the real deal when you spoke out against the pyramid scheme known as Vloggerheads. Now, though, I think the real problem was that you're jealous of the fact that Renetto has gathered more rejects and suckers to his low-rent bullshit than you ever will to yours.

I thought you were an artist, but the fact that I was able to teach myself Photoshop in a matter of months while you still need to hire slutty naked chicks to pose for your hideously dismal pictures only proves further that you are at a point of no return. And this point is created not by your illness (I was diagnosed Bipolar AND Borderline, so you're nothing special) but by your ego. And it's that same ego that brought you to the point of doing a video in which you rambled on about how you were born in 1962 (So?) and everything changed after 9/11 (Duh.) and that you love your country (Glenn Beck, anyone?) and that too many people are fake and plastic (Welcome to any aspect of showbiz and/or politics, Captain Obvious). I may be crazy, but at least I can say that I'm not creating my own cult of fail. I can think for myself, and I don't need your approval or that of anyone else.

Also, since you decided to bring it up, I never asked you to shit in my mouth or piss on me. You pretend to be a real diamond in the Internet rough right up until you start with the tantrums. I suggest that you go get a juice box and have a time-out before ever setting foot near a computer again. I've had to do it many times, as does anyone else who doesn't need the Internet to tell them they're totally awesome. I'll settle for plain and mediocre any day before I let myself end up like you. Have a nice life, which from what I can tell won't last long anyway. --Jo