Not everybody manages to hang himself in an elevator shaft.
"Mr. Talented" indeed.
You remember this guy. He was ID'd as the maniac who was going around talking to Asian women and then suddenly smashing them in the face with a brick wrapped in a plastic bag.
I know, "Mr. Talented" was so fucking clever. I mean, wrapping a brick in a plastic bag? Who'd think of that? Or terrorizing little Asian women with sudden unprovoked violence?
Like everyone else on the planet, the delusional "Mr. Talented" had a BLOG, and an Internet presence. He apparently barely had a pot to piss in, but he presented himself as a celebrity and businessman with million-dollar fashion idea. What was it? Wearing dice glued together as a bow-tie.
A celebrity pest, he played the race card. Celebrities aren't going to turn down a BLACK guy when he grins and demands a selie. Isn't that right, Ben Stiller?
"Mr. Talented" even pestered some celebs to wear his dumbass "jewelry." He put these photos on his blog as if they endorsed him. This, on what was not even a professional website that had a Paypal template for taking orders. HEY, e-mail me and buy my glued dice jewelry! Nick Cannon (comedian, ex-husband of Mariah Carey, host of America's Got Talent) and Adam Sandler (annoying actor who has never grown up) wear them!
Delusion is not knowing or caring that there are thousands upon THOUSANDS of self-important assholes all expecting something for nothing via a blog, a GooTube channel, or a Farcebook/Twatter combo.
Unfortunately in this GoFundMe, Kickstarter and "network so that people will give you a fortune to make a CD of your crappy songs or a book of your illiterate mewlings," every Kardashian and "Gangnam Style" moron who succeeds has a million imitators.
Do these jerks believe in paying dues? Do they actually have talent?
You can only go so far with selling glued dice by mail. There's a website called ETSY for stupid shit like that. As for manufacturing items, everyone knows that stores don't set up an account for one idiot. You need to hook up with a distributor. THIS guy wanted it all, and easy.
"Mr. Talented" decided that the reason for his lack of success was...of course...RACISM.
Nevermind that Adam Sandler and Ben Stiller posed with him.
RACISM was also the reason why he kept striking out with Asian women. Somehow, accosting these demure little creatures on the street wasn't working. What a surprise. Women don't talk to ANYONE on the street, and they aren't impressed with pushy deadbeats.
But forget his racist behavior of accosting a particular color of woman, HE was the victim of racism. He wrote about it on his fabulous blog, that I guess he thought millions of people were reading.
You could almost feel sorry for him, except he was narcissist enough to pester celebrities, play the race card, and pretend stars were endorsing his "product." He was also an egomaniac moron who thought his "homeless black guy pestering chicks on the street" act was different from the dozen others these women had to deal with every day. This led to the "I asked nicely, then I got violent" excuse.
After the cops ID'd this idiot, they couldn't find him. All they knew was what was on his blog, which included his suicide note. Just when he wrote it, and actually did the deed, nobody's quite sure.
Again, you can ALMOST feel sorry for someone like this, but the guy was a violent brat. "The Nose Game," hitting women in the face? The notion that he should get everything he wants after paying minor league dues like doing one or two art shows? He was lucky anybody indulged him, but instead of being thankful they did, and that his race card playing got him anyway, he sulked.
There are people who've struggled for years, with real talent, to get nowhere. They don't play the blame game, or get violent like this idiot. The only good thing is that the bastard didn't grab an automatic weapon and blow away a street in Chinatown before pulling out a hand gun and giving himself a shot in the nose.
So ends the brief, weird saga of "Mr. Talented," who glued dice together, punched Asian women in the nose, and used an elevator to hang himself. Make up your own line about life having its ups and downs.
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