Just got an email from “Ryan Bacon,” the erstwhile moby / troll who, we kinda figured out, is that little anime freak who draws the space titties and hides out on deviantART as “Edgeling.” If you recall, once I booted him off the site, he began emailing me a bunch of anti-semitic garbage — which stopped, once I started referring to him by the name “Joel.” Whether or not that was coincidental I don’t know. Also, some of you seemed to think he had a job in public works, if I recall.
Anyway, I bring this up because “Ryan Bacon” has just sent me some new emails, which I’ll post here in partially redacted form.
Goldie
Hey, Goldenberg, you seem to have a fascination with addresses. Did you know that serr8d’s real name is [redacted], and he lives at [redacted]? You can see his house [redacted] Google Maps. The best thing is that I could have never found this out without your help. Something you wrote on PW gave me the crucial clue. Thanks a lot, buddy! Keep on bloggin’ in the free world!
Then
Awww. You sound a little pissy. Still not happy about R-Money buying your party’s nomination, are you?
I find your statements slightly humorous after you begged like a seal to find out where I live. Heh heh heh.
And don’t worry about Serr8d, he’ll be fine.
So. Whaddya say? Who’s up for a little computer / internet detective work? I’d do it all by myself but I’m just not terribly good at it. And from past experience I know that some of you are.
Incidentally, this is merely a minor request. Note that it hasn’t been accompanied by a clapping of flippers or any strong desire on my part for smelt or herring.
For shits and giggles, really. That — and because I just don’t like lefty pussies, and I really don’t give a fuck anymore if my finding them and outing them causes them any real world concerns. They’ve earned it.
As a certain erstwhile professor of decision science might tell you were she not somewhere right now in a small efficiency, alone, drunk on cheap vodka, hoping to hell her parole officer doesn’t pop over for a surprise visit.
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Hm. So the IP last time resolved to this address:
232 Bancroft Cove
Franklin, TN 37064, USA
The info about that address, though, doesn’t scream sewage worker. Unless maybe it’s being rented out, or has been subdivided to accommodate creepy antisemitic anime doodlers.
No need to go all Spike Lee; maybe not even the right place. But if somebody can find a phone number associated with that address…
Didn’t he used to perster one of the guys here or was it serr8d, himself, that he was pestering? If whoever it was knows where he works, this should be easy. (Not for me, but for one of the geek guys/girls.)
send lawyers, guns, money and brass knuckles
Joel’s emailing again? The truck that restocks the 7-11 with Jergens and Kleenex must have been delayed.
I notice his space titty drawings are featuring more and more chubby space titty ladies.
I think he’s finally reaching a realization — and he can’t even jack off to hot chicks any more without feeling a bit like a fraud.
how about we go for the head of the snake? trumpka, stern, lerner , sunstein, piven and their homes?
this a fight to the finish. attack the leaders not the drones.
Wasn’t he trying to sell his crappy art? He must have been taken in one of those “Can you draw this picture?” ads for an artist correspondence school.
Don’t quit your day job, Joel.
start tweeting the head of the demonrats in wi and the wi trade union goons homes. time to fight back. just a little reminder “we ALSO know where you live asshole”
Isn’t this the sewer professional? Slinging shit at a dweeb who deals with it for a living? Kewl.
behold the bushco dynasty
“It’s time when to hold ’em and time when to fold ’em,” Bush said, quoting Texas crooner Kenny Rogers. “I think it’s time for people to all get behind this good man.”
the “good man” stuff is so laughable
His favorable ratings are way down across the ideological spectrum. Right now, he’s very very unelectable.
Oh lawd, this Joel fellow has an inflation/feeder fetish.
/covers face with hands
This thread was about him and where he came from.
Silver Whistle had the IP resolve to here.
if the mandate goes down johnson/santorum 2012
Hm. Found the info from that residence SW got from the IP resolve last time.
Again, not sure any of this is our guy, but here’t is:
Allen, Rick
232 Bancroft Cove
Franklin, TN 37064
US
615-591-4116
Owns a bunch of domains, among which is Toxickittens.com. Nothing there right now. Same with deadlypuppies.net.
Okay, here goes…
1. I get unnaturally weepy and choked up by sad portrayals of dogs in movies. Did you see the RedLetterMedia Plinkett review of Cop Dog? Even that…. made me sad. I feel so sorry for the dog, even though that’s not part of the reviewer’s intent and no dogs were harmed in the making of that awful movie. And i’ve never even seen Old Yeller or Marley and Me.
2. My right ear canal fills up with earwax every day. And i have lots of boogers. I chew my nails. I am a thoroughly bilious and disgusting person. And i haven’t even mentioned the skin issues yet. Sometimes i get these gigantic blood-and-pus filled sacs on my inner left thigh…
3. By my burly appearance, you’d never guess that i love girl pop music. Lady Gaga, Madonna, Christina Aguilera… and it gets worse from there. I have… Mel-C’s first album. But not the others. They were all imports, and cost too much.
4. I still have an old cel phone, the type with old-fashioned texting. ( The letter S sucks, i have to tap the number 7 four times to make one… )
5. I can’t do math in my head. What’s 47 + 89? Uhhh…. maybe if i had a pencil and paper i could tell you. This handicap is why i was never able to effectively play Sphere Break in Final Fantasy X-2, and never beat Shinra to get the Lady Luck dressphere. This still haunts me.
6. When i was about 18, my older brother and his jerky friends got me really drunk, drove me around town, and i ended up puking my guts out in a Mapco restroom. I blacked out on the floor, and woke up an hour later with the clerk pounding on the door and threatening to call the police.
7. My family was really poor when i was growing up. No cable, no school trips, ramen-for-dinner-type poor. My father was a chronic alcoholic, and i couldn’t bring friends over because he’d be rolling around drunk in the living room, wearing only his underwear with his balls hanging out, yelling at the evening news. But he’s dead now, so, yay for that.
8. I’m terrible at throwing baseballs, footballs, any kind of sports balls. All my muscles seem to be in my legs.
9. I’m unbelievably sentimental about life in general. Maudlin, really. I sit here and wax nostalgic about the things that happened at my job in 2008 and 2009, remembering the random good times and missing the people, knowing full well that they’ve moved on and never think of those days with any sort of fondness. They’d just say, “meh, that job sucked.”
10. Masturbation. That is all. Masturbation.
Too bad the list didn’t go to 11. Raging pussy anti-semite who whacks off to space titties might have made the list.
Can’t be the guy. But maybe he has a kid?
WTF is it with these people? Geez, I generally tire of a place before I get banned. And if I get banned, I sure as hell don’t start harassing people. I figure there are lots of other places I can go to enrage people, so why worry about just one site?
tweet the baracky’s homies address like dunn, stern, trumpka et al. sure to et holder’s doj. ef you hoodie in chief.
did you say: proggtard?
He doesn’t actually work in the sewers; he’s just an afficianado of their product.
If somebody confirms where this skel lives, I propose we let it “slip out” that George Zimmerman is staying at that address with his cousin.
“goldstein lives”
took at look at his deviantart account
“guy” has issues
D. what handle does he use at deviantart?
I only ask because I want to alert some young folks to avoid him like the plague. My daughter included.
Me brudda lives in that vicinity.
Maybe he can stop by with a wet cat in a box…
You know what else is really creepy about this bug’s behavior here?
It’s Jeff’s fault that Ryan Bacon is getting his stalker kicks on, and Ryan wants Jeff to know it, so he can feel bad about it (while also absolving himself of responsibility for his shitty behavior).
Ryan probably just needs to draw some cartoon cat girls with dicks getting enemas or something and chill out. Nobody much cares about 4chan b-tards anymore. Too many of the anonymous crowd have got themselves arrested with minimal work required to uncover them.
Having been raised Catholic, I always believed in the redeeming values of confession.
How can you draw a cartoon cat girl without adding a dick? It isn’t natural.
It’s the horror vacui principle of cartoon portrayals of animal women… as pertains to dicks. Sometimes adding one dick just isn’t enough and you have to add six or seven of ’em. Sometimes the dicks need to be fighting and shooting fire at each other. You never can tell.
It might be easier to assume that “Joel” is telling the truth, and does work in the Water and Sewer Dept of Murfreesburo. The director of that dept is Joe Kirchner (615) 890-0862; you could call and ask if he has someone in his employ with that name. If not municipal, perhaps our plumber’s helper works at county level; Williamson County Storm Water Coordinator is Michael Scott (615) 790-5809.
stephanie
Jeff gives RB’s handle “Edgeling” in the post. I just searched on that.
creepy anime-style scratchings.
Really, really awful anime.
Dammit! I just had a 5 link comment eaten by the ether.
My previous comment, sans links:
The Williamson County assessor’s office lists the home owners as Rick and Mahri Raquel Allen. There is a Rick Allen who practices at Allen Family Chiropractic in Murfreesboro, home of douchenozzle extraordinaire William Yelverton. [This link was to the post in which there was a pic of Yelverton playing his guitar to his cat on his futon with the caption “This picture would scare Richard Simmons straight.” Kills me every time I think about it. – ed]
Murfreesboro is a mere 45 minutes away from Franklin, a reasonable commute.
Thanks, guys.
I think a couple emails I’ve received have put me on to a really solid bunch of leads. I’m having them double checked, but after that, the fun begins.
And — because “Ryan Bacon” is still emailing me as we speak — I can tell you this: when I find him out, or even if it isn’t him, but rather his “former roommate,” I will go nuts with it. And I invite you all to do the same.
Over the years, I’ve had too much of this kind of garbage. Some little lefty douche wants to call me a kike and wish my son bone cancer by way of my inbox? Okay. But I’m not a turn the other cheek kinda guy.
“Maybe he can stop by with a wet cat in a box…”
dicentra, why would one go to the trouble of putting a wet cat in a box? Much less painful (for your brudda) to just shoot the SOB.
OTOH, the video would be an instant You-Tube classic…8-)
IIRC, the confession is equally redeeming when it’s beaten out of you!