Nikita loses his leash…

And boy has he been on a tear the past few days. Obviously those who have been restricting his internet access are away, or maybe he put them all in sleepsacks, who knows. He’s been all over Rusty’s blog, and apparently thinks I’m bullying him. http://therustynail.wordpress.com/2009/05/14/more-comment-lurve/.

As I stated in my comment there, I’ve never threatened to roundhouse kick anyone, beat anyone up, or kill them; three things he’s said to myself and others. Now, that sounds more like bullying to me. Now I’ve tried to ignore the Legion of Nitwits for awhile. It takes time away from my writing, job search and World of Warcraft.  I’m waist deep in research on my novel, working on another couple of interviews, and trying to get a poem put together for an upcoming anthology. I’m busy, and don’t have time for the likes of Pacione, Dagstine and the ominously quiet Philbin. Add in health issues in my family, some high drama as well, and I have a full plate. Yet, I had to at least address La Femme Nikita’s accusation of my being a bully, because frankly, it’s laughable. 

I may be bellicose (look it up Nikita), when it comes to opinions on things, but I’ve never bullied anyone. I’ve never threatened anyone, and certainly never made a rude comment about someone’s mother. Nikita has. 

I’ve never told anyone to drink bleach. Nikita has.

I’ve also never told anyone to masturbate with a harpoon gun. Again, Nikita has.

All I’ve ever done, is point out the sheer awful quality of Nikita’s writing, as have others. When he gets personal (like the time he talked about pissing in my dead ex boyfriend’s urn), I’ve responded.  I don’t go out of my way to do anything, he invites it. 

So Nikita, were you feeling ignored lately? Well, get used to it, as being ignored is something you should be used to by now.

And for the record, if you want to learn something about writing Nikita, I suggest reading my interview with T.M. Wright in Apex Magazinehttp://www.apexbookcompany.com/apex-online/2009/05/apex-interrogation-tm-wright/. That’s right, Apex. A place you’ll never, ever come within a breath of being published.

Nikita Wants to Get Physical With Me

He left a message here, http://raingods.wordpress.com/2009/02/26/la-femme-nikita-stand-his-groundo/ if you want to read the entire blog he rants about. I will however answer response again, and therefore quote his entire message.

Listen good you queer, You don’t run my life and quit acting like you do. I will pay no mind to beat your ass in. You call me the pussy because I don’t take to gays lightly. You need yourself a nice hot woman to break your anger towards me. What’s wrong no woman in your life — that’s right you became a homo when no woman would go near you. What would you do if I had a new girlfriend harass her too as you are starting to harass my friends

Okay, I’ll listen good Nikita, even though you never say  anything worth hearing. First, it’s apparent, you have no life, otherwise you wouldn’t be pretending to be a writer, publisher or that you had/have Bell’s Palsy. Even your doctor said you didn’t have that. Second, I have no interest in running the life of a witless, barely literate man-child, and even if I did, I’d do a lot better than you ever would, or could.  My calling you a pussy has nothing to do with your rampant homophobia, besides we all know, you dream of dick. And no you can’t suck mine. As for no woman going near me, project, much? When was the last time you had sex, let alone a g/f that you didn’t have to either blow up or tie up in a sleep sack to keep them from running?

The chances of you ever having a g/f are the same chances of a snowbal surviving an AZ summer for 5 minutes. Slim to none. And if there were some girl dimwitted and ignorant enough to be your g/f, it’s obvious she has problems and Adult Protective Services would have to be called.

As I said in another post. You’re irrelevant, and we’re here to remind you of that, everytime you sneak on the internet and make threats of violence, and expose your homophobia.

Nikita’s Irrelevancy

When you get down to it, that’s what he is irrelevant. Irrelevant to writing, to publishing, to anything having to do with creativity. He won’t even be obscure, as that would connotate some type of infamy. When Nikita goes to that POD in the sky, no one will remember him.

No one will weep, nor will anyone mourn his demise. The best he can hope for is someone saying, “Who?”

He’s demonstrated time and time again, that he is incapable of being a writer, publisher, or even a decent human being.  and yet he thinks he actually has a career. He actualy thinks people take him seriously, that his “magazines” and “anthologies” are anything more than basketweaving to keep the mentally ill occupied.

it also cut my authors deep too.

Are these the same authors you haven’t paid? Or the ones you tru to screw out of thumbdrives in order to have them submit to your self published crap throwing?

I am keeping my hostility off lulu.com because it is not worth losing my account over.

Yes, something to be proud of, there. God knows, self publishing is the only way to get your incoherent ramblings published.

The fact is Nikita, no one will ever care about, let alone buy, all the awful crap you put out. That’s evidenced by your last “signing” when you couldn’t even give anything away.

Now, if you spent more time actually learning how to write,  taking your meds, and being a good boy, not to mention stop being a douche bag, maybe you could get something sold. I doubt it, because teaching you how to write is like teaching a pig to sing, but hey stranger things have happened.

It doesn’t matter though, Nikita. no matter what you say or do, you will never be relevant, read, or respected. you will however always be retarded.

La Femme Nikita’s Return…

We all knew it was bound to happen sooner or later; you can’t keep a good nitwit down for long-at least not on the interwebz.  Nikita has a new blog post up, and really the first sentence sums it all up:

Those of you who are adding to the stigma that I can’t do anything with my illness, I have two words and they are strong enough words already, FUCK YOU. 

Well, it’s not the illness: we know some things are out of control, it’s  talent, imagination, an ability to be productive that you can’t do anything with. His rambling goes on to talk about Blagojovich, Rusty and the usual suspects. 

Goons get what goons deserve if you ask me

Well, no one asked you, but having your AC articles pulled, your lulu storefront shut down, as well as being banned from various boards and blogs, I guess you did get what you deserve. 

Some people just never learn.

Depression

In 1990 I was diagnosed with major depression, recurrent. It was during a 10 day psychiatric stay that I found out about this, and that wanting to kill yourself on a daily basis wasn’t normal thinking. That may be overstating it a bit, as I wasn’t continually suicidal, but the depression was always overwhelming.  It was difficult to get out of bed, let alone go to work or be productive.

And it was then I bought into my first myth of depression. Labeled as an SMI (serious mental illness), I blamed all my problems on depression, and its attendant problems. However, simply being on meds wasn’t enough for an effective change.  It certainly smoothed out rough patches, but life was still not easy. The fact I was also fighting a neverending battle with alcohol and drugs didn’t help either.

In 1992/93 I was hospitalized again, and this time I applied for and received SSI. For the next 7 years I lived on 540 dollars a month. The depression grew worse. Even with meds, med changes and all that goes with a public healthcare system (rated as one of the worst in the country at the time) I felt no better than I did in 1990.

A chance meeting in 1997 at an AA group led to my first job since ‘90. The benefit of working and staying on meds did more to improve my mood than anything. I was able to get off SSI, work and try and restart a life that never really took off. I was 32.

In the following 11 years, I’ve maintained employment, apartments, some relationships and a bit of sanity. I no longer let the depression control me. More accurately, I don’t let societies ideas of what being mentally ill is, control me. I stopped buying into the lie that I couldn’t be productive. That relationships were a dream, and happiness unreachable.

When someone like Pacione blames their own illnesses for asshole behavior, they do a disservice to those of us who choose to fight our problems the right way. Those of us who understand the debilitation of depression, and march forward are being shat on by his ilk. They seem to think they can do no wrong because it’s the “disease”.

My depression has exacerbated other shortcomings, which makes every day an uphill fight. But I don’t give up. I don’t back down.

Mostly importantly I train the demon, it doesn’t train me. I choose my own path, make my own decisions, and in the end have no one to blame for failures but myself.

The Beginning of the End…

The information I’m basing this post on can be found at TRN, here http://therustynail.wordpress.com/2008/12/06/nicky-and-the-cops/ and here, http://therustynail.wordpress.com/2008/12/06/kim-cut-nickys-phone-line/.

With his phone line cut, leaving no way for him to access the internet, and an upcoming appt on Tuesday, it seems Nikita’s days as a thorn in our side will come to an end;  at least temporarily. I have no doubt that sometime in the future, he’ll rear his long, greasy haired head and start where he left off.

You can only point to his mentall illness, living situation and net connection,  for so long as causes for his behaviour before it finally breaks down under scrutiny. He is responsible for his behaviour. The other things are simply contributing factors, and are used more as excuses (by NIkita and others) to explain his actions.

There is one simple fact. Nikita knows right from wrong. He may not be the brightest bulb, but he is capable of understanding what he does. And it’s that fact, which keeps me from having much sympathy for him. And while his sister in law Kim is taking on the Herculean task of trying to help him, the fact is, it should have been done a long time ago. Dog shit left on a carpet is still dog shit, whethere it’s there for an hour, a day or a week. Messes have to be cleaned up immediately.

And it wasn’t done, or done well, in this case. At this point, the horses are out of the barn, and smoeone is just now deciding to put a lock on the door. In spite of Nikita’s years of abuse towards others;  his threats, tantrums and name calling, it’s only now that something is being done. Or at least attempted.

Yes, it’s better than leaving him unchecked; but how many people could have been spared his insanity if something was done long ago?

I hope he gets the treatment he needs. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll be proven wrong; but when Nikita gets back on the web, it’ll be business as usual.

No Further Proof Needed

As if we needed any further proof that La Femme Nikita is a worthless, illiterate, lying, no talent, sack of shit, here’s the only proof you’ll ever need. http://npacione.wordpress.com/2008/12/03/i-could-be-a-prick-and-say-something-mean/.

Now I never knew Joe McGee. Never traded emails, friended him on myspace, or read his books. I do know he was well liked by everyone who knew him, have never heard anything derogatory about him, and that he spent a lot of time helping others.

Shit for brains Pacione, unwilling to admit he has no talent, or any evidence of humanity has decided to talk trash about the recently deceased McGee. He’s butt hurt because Joe, like everyone else, saw that Nikita can’t even write a grocery list, let alone a story.

I’ve ignored Nikita for awhile now, but this is the final nail in Nikita’s coffin. Mentally ill or not, the greasy haired troll will be held accountable by everyone. There will be no pity. There will be no remorse. Only keeping NIkita in the obscurity he deserves is acceptable. As much as he’s pissed off people before now; this will enrage a whole new round of people, and woe unto the Illinois hemmorhoid, when they get a hold of him.

More Whining From Nikita

While Rusty has done a thorough job of going through La Femme NIkita’s latest manic episodes, I had to comment on one particular passage, as he doesn’t seem to think his own behaviour is anything but honorable.

The World Wide Web needs some governing parties to make sure assholes like the ones who go around violating copyrights and impersonating someone need to be cracked down, Illinois got some new laws passed and this is something I do have faith in and that’s the system.  The way the literary industry well the horror industry is – they carry themselves like it’s a God Damn dictatorship.  That was why I wrote the one article – the new publishers who seemed to sleep their way into the publishing side of things;  act like there is no room for authors like me in the industry , well this is a free country.          

They do need a few Republicans in charge of this too because they do get the job done in this department. 

Well, Nikita, what about sending fraudulent paypal invoices? What about death threats? How about those threats of bodily harm? Hmmm, are you sure you want your right to be a douchebag on the internet taken away?  That would leave you so much time to do something like, oh I don’t know, learn how to write!

See, I’m a published writer now, so you can’t bitch about me talking down about how horrible your work really is. Not that it makes a difference. You don’t need to be a garbage man to know shit when you see it. And everything you do, NIkita, is shit. Your stories are laughable, your AC articles unreadable, and your attempts at editing are not worth the paper they get printed on.

You should stop pretending to be something you’re not. Something you’ll never be. A writer worth reading. The best you can call yourself is a typist. And a bad one at that.

A Legend in His Own Mind

Well, it’s that time to pay a visit to the emotionally stunted, talent challenged, La Femme Nikita. He’s managed to post another blog entry from the depths of dial up, invoking his own importance, martyrdom, and ignorance.

Seems that when I get an article published or an editorial picked up, these bastards act likle the natives are restless with each comment. The constant misquoting of my blogs and you stealing my work repeatedly asshole is biting you repeatedly in the ass.

Well, I’m not sure what likle means, but can assume he means like. The fact this sentence still makes no sense, is by now, beside the point. The constant misquoting of his blogs, is a big Dagstine of a lie. Everyone who quotes you, does a simple cut and paste of a brief section, no misquoting. However, even this simply concept is lost on the mental midget.

The son of a bitch from Finland decided to harass my family via the mail system, and correct me of I am wrong isn’t that against the law?  Especially when there is no return address on the envelope.  I know how they got my grandmother’s name they were going on another website that was out there and I didn’t create this.   I am angry as hell they are stalking my family’s blog postings and all of that too especially when one admitted they’re going around stealing my posts from AssociatedContent.com.

Sending mail, with or without a return address is not a crime. Pretending to have talent, also is not a crime, but should be.

The obsession this fucker has is one of the most unhealthy and seems like he’s a serial killer waiting to happen.

Hmm, this from a creature who regularly sends death threats, fradulent paypal invoices, promises physical violence, promotes hate crimes, and  prints paranoid posts that have no basis in logic. Wanna see a serial killer in the making, look in the mirror NIkita. Though, being the chickenshit you are, maybe you’re too afraid to take anyone on, other than online.

Nikita’s sense of importance is amusing to no end. The fact he thinks having someothing posted on AC, somehow legitimizes him, or his writing, is delusional, to the point of insane. His power trips, of thinking he can ruin anyone’s career other than his own (if he had one that is), is grandiose thinking on his part. He can’t even get out of granny’s basement, let alone tie his own sleepsack.

In an effort to portray himself, as a misunderstood, picked on, martyr, he truly reveals himself for what he is, one of the true cyber trolls he loves to crow about.

Second Verse, Same as the First

Our poor, put upon Nikita has some new whine out on his blog. It’s a bitter tasting, white wine (we all know Nikita doesn’t like anything other than white) with dregs of past pressings clumping at the bottom. He starts this one off with the second biggest laugh of the day,

Seems that I got no privacy and the fuckers The Rusty Liar and ExposeTheFucktard figured out ways to vialate those very freedoms in the United States — the right to privacy

Nikita, this is the internet, where privacy is just a word to look up on dictionary.com. Now, even when John McCain tries to distance himself from Bush, NIkita tries to hide behind BUsh’s anti piracy czar. Such is NIkita’s delusions of grandeur he thinks that the publishing world lives and dies by his writing. That if it doesn’t get published, the industry will suffer.

News flash LA Femme NIkita, the industry will thrive even more without your writing poisoning the well. It makes room for those who have talent.

Intellectual properties need to be protected a hell of a lot more now especially since more authors are opting to publish themselves; and this is something that comes into attack often the self-published author gets pirated worst than the mass market one and it hurts the self-released author more than the mass market guy but either way it hurts.

Trus us NIkita, you’ll never have to worry about anything involving the word intellectual.

And in other news, Dagstine ate a lot of candy and felt the need to share it over on Shocklines. That sound you hear is an entire messageboard not caring.