SACRAMENTO, CA! LIVING IN THE STREETS!

We may have witnessed Snowflake’s 2011 return, and not a minute to soon – he has, after all, very little time before Island 2012 opens. But before that, we get to witness his annual mental break-down – you know, the one that has brought us the infamous Pirate Party at the Park! So, while we wait for September to come by, we’ll have to make do with Casey’s latest bizarro-land appearance.

There are many things I don’t really “get” about the Serins, but one of their most glaring defects is the fact that it’s really rather obvious they wouldn’t know anything about mid or long-term planning. They just seem to do things in a naturally random way, without any sort of logic to it (I’m pretty sure Casey would call it “Organic”). For example, filing for multiple bankruptcies without any intention of honoring their repayment plan. Or getting a Kohl’s card after their first BK. Sure, that’ll give them short term satisfaction, but in the end, wouldn’t they just rather have paid their BK, or downsized to a smaller house, instead of losing it all?

I blame Casey's parents for his lack of planning skillz. Hell yeah.

I bet Casey would like a piece of that cake, too.

Where was I? Oh yeah. I’m still sorta shocked (which just goes to show you, I’m either an eternal optimist or a true-blue idiot) about Casey’s latest activities – because I assumed he’d have learned his lesson at this point: someone who takes money away from you in exchange for services isn’t necessarily your friend. Especially when services are intangible, delivered over the Internet, and without any sort of guarantee. Casey has fallen time and time again for this scam, and it seems he’s only happy to do it again.

Enter Mr. Jerry Kennedy. I’m not a professional blogger, so to speak (I actually have a real life job, as most of you know), and I don’t know the “secrets they don’t want you to know” about blogging (probably the reason why my blog is so shitty in the first place)

...and the reason why most of my hits come from "Tila Tequila" searches! Sweet SEO, babe!

so please, Mr. Kennedy – if I’m wrong about something, let me know. I’ll pretend I care, if you do the same.

Anyway – what happened? Apparently, someone named “Monica” told Mr. Kennedy (The Blog Whisperer) about Casey’s story (which at this point is deader than Michael Jackson’s nose implant), and strangely enough, Casey showed up at a talkcast / radio show / whatever,  just to tell it.

Again.

I should be getting tired at playing the role of "Master of the Obvious". But, no.

Remember what I told you about long / short term planning, the Serin family? Well, riddle me this. Why would Casey agree to be interviewed if he didn’t have a long term goal? Answer: I don’t know, and neither does Casey. But I bet we can all assume – he’s coming back, sooner rather than later. His attention whoring personna got the best of him, but I bet he was also seeking publicity; I don’t think he merely agreed to be asked about his criminal past in exchange for nothing.

Back to Mr. Kennedy, since we need some background. Who’s he?

He has a web site called the “Blog Whisperer”. Which seems right up Casey’s preferences – I bet he thought Kennedy would be whispering on the back of his ear, in a horizontal position, what to write about. But nah, don’t think so – the reaming Kennedy’s doing to Casey ain’t a sexual thing (not that Casey would not enjoy it). Although he really is screwing his over. So to speak. Want grate poof?

3 PAYMENTS OF $495 EACH? IS CASEY REALLY THIS STUPID? IS ANYONE?

Not to say that Casey actually is paying $495 x 3 for… fuck, I don’t know what. But it’s amazing how consistent he is – he always seems to be associated with people hell-bent on screwing someone else  (sorry Jerry!).

Casey's life, in 9 blocks.

I mean – I’m going to get serious for a moment. I have ZERO writing background or experience. I’m not as funny as many of my friends, or interesting, or smart, or attractive, but I found something I enjoy writing about, and apparently, people enjoy reading it. See? That’s the secret. I don’t need a “blog whisperer” for $1,500 telling me what to write about, and neither do you. Nevertheless, let’s see what the package includes.

What’s a Blog Whisperer?

A Blog Whisperer helps you speak with the voice of your soul by teaching you to quiet the voice in your head…

Great. Voices in my head, voices in my soul. I always thought blogging was done with, well, your brains. This is deep stuff, the secrets they don’t want you to know!

You might have even hired one of the experts to help you.

You could drop thousands of dollars on coaches who are supposed to help you be a better blogger; trouble is, they focus on the technical side of things.  Instead of helping you get your ideas out, they start with the next step: helping you get “found” once you’ve actually written something.  They teach things like SEO strategies and using social media to drive traffic to your blog, but you know that’s all pointless until something’s actually there for your new readers to, you know, READ!

Yeah, because the first thing I consider when I’m about to do something is deciding who is going to think about what I’m thinking about doing – no way I’d ever do it myself! (Come to think of it, that’s exactly the way Casey thinks! Coincidence? I say NOT!)

That’s where your Blog Whisperer comes in!

Imagine a guide, someone to help you navigate the dark recesses of your mind and locate the hidden treasures there, and then get them out of your head and onto the screen!  Picture yourself sitting down at your computer, logging in to your blog, and effortlessly creating the kind of content you read on your favorite blogs.

A guide to navigate the dark recesses of my mind who’ll help me find the hidden treasures there. Where does this guy get the inspiration for the amount of verborrhea he uses? I mean, seriously. But hey, your brain enema will cost $1,500 – it has to sound somewhat fancy, I guess.

Even more important, though, just think of your readers having their lives changed by the ideas that you shared, the posts that you created, the content that came from your heart!

I hope to do so. Listen, kids: Casey Serin is a con man, and you don’t need a guy who’s going to give your head a brain enema in order to write a blog. Do it yourself. Save the money.

No writer’s block.  No anxiety. No problem!

You may or may not be a reader of my Motivation 101 Blog (don’t worry: it’s not a requirement for this program).  If you are, you know that I spend a lot of time talking about the importance of just being yourself: open, honest, and transparent.

This guy is getting to be more like Casey Serin - his link is broken (on his own blog, the one that’s trying to sell a $1,500 course on how to blog properly!). The right link is jerrykennedy.com (don’t click – worse than Goatse).  He’s charging $150 to set up your blog over there.

And here’s how I can help…

I’ve created a brand new program to help new and experienced bloggers get those world-changing ideas out of their heads and onto the screen in just 12 weeks…and I want to you to join me.  Here’s what you’ll get:

• A 1-hour one-on-one initial consultation to establish your mission, vision, and desired outcomes
• A weekly 1-hour tutorial dealing with one of 12 mission-critical topics, designed specifically to help you make your blog a magnet for your readers, followed each week by 30-minutes of Q&A and an optional 1-hour “blogging period” (during which you and your classmates will have the chance to put what you’ve just learned into practice)
• Two 1-hour one-on-one follow-up calls to help you stay on track and focused with laser intensity on hitting your goals
• If you don’t already have one, a self-hosted WordPress blog, complete with your own domain name, 1-year of hosting, and a theme of your choice
• Unlimited email support for your burning questions between classes (guaranteed 24-hour response time)

Let’s do some numbers, shall we? It’s either a $1K initial payment or a $1.5K deferred one. That buys you:

• A one hour telephone “consultation”, plus 2 hours of “follow up”.
• 12 hours of tutorials, 6 hours of Q&A, and an optional 12 hours of jerking around with other people, trying to outblog one another.
• A blog.
• “Unlimited” e-mail support.

Considering the tutorials aren’t live, this guy is either charging you $333 per hour, or $500 per hour, depending on how you decide to pay. Sweet. Motherfucking. Allah. Passive. Income!

Make up your own mind about Jerry Kennedy…. I know I already did.

No comment at this time.

As to Casey’s show… yeah, I listened to it. Twice. There are a few gold nuggets, so I’m going to go over them… so you don’t have to listen to Kermit T. Frog’s voice again.

“CS: Stated income (lies) are not that big of a deal…”

A lie is a lie, Casey. Maybe some people fudge the numbers up a bit, because of overtime pay or whatever that they cannot fully prove. But you? What kind of income did you have? ZERO. You had already quit Pride. It IS a big deal, because if you hadn’t lied, you’d have got exactly ZERO loans. Period.

“CS: Haterz… blah blah blah, sob, they made my life miserable”.

I can point you to at least one or two comments where I stated, unequivocally, that I wanted to see YOU succed, Casey. Come to think of it – if you hadn’t lied on your statements, left your wife with the Cashcall debt, paid $30K to other scammers (like Kiyosaki), etc., you’d have a) a place to live, b) a gorgeous, hot wife, and c) your dignity intact. As it is, you have nothing – and it’s not because of us, kid. We are all along for the ride – that’s all.

I doubt you were denied jobs because of CampIdiot, CaseyPedia and this website. Why? Easy – if you had a job, Cashcall would come after you faster than Imperial Executive’s 2,400 bps modem (oh, wait…).  same thing with Bob Parsons interview for GoDaddy, even Mr. Kennedy caught you lying there.  There wasn’t any interview, and nobody mailed Bob Parsons in protest-  I’ve been around ever since the beginning of this “epic” saga, and It. Never. Happened. Period. Edited by James Marks: yeah, I’m a retard. Sue me. Then sue the lender.

“JK: Writing your blog was cathartic…you were such a risk taker”

Casey wasn’t in it for the catharsis, he was in it for the attention whoring. He has never shown any remorse about his crimes; all he wants is the attention of haters and family alike (I don’t think there are any supporters at this point). Casey cannot feel any sort of feelings about what he did; it’s as if he just knew people expect him to feel bad about things, so he says he does.

Also, Casey is NOT  a risk taker. I said it several times on Iamfacingforeclosure.com: There wasn’t any risk to him: he never invested a cent of his own money (it was all “OPM”, as he calls it), and he didn’t have any sort of intention of paying any of it back. So, tell me, what’s the risk on that? He was a mere speculator. Not an investor, and certainly not a risk taker.

HEEELP! MY BLOOD PRESSURE!

CS: They want me in jail…

Well, sure we do. Do you remember the time that guy trespassed on your property? You went apeshit over it and wanted to call the cops. Do you remember when Wells Fargo “stole” your money out of your account (when you had actually given them permission to do such a thing?) You wanted justice done. So what’s wrong with us wanting the exact same thing? You tell me.

CS: My parents don’t like being stalked…

Nobody wants to be stalked, Casey. But people don’t want deadbeats living around them, either. Nor people who are obviously laughing their asses off at others, like us, who pay our taxes and our debts. You and your family had been a burden on America for far too long, and even then, you decided to laugh and mock our country. Remember when you peed on a dollar bill?

Casey Serin pissed on a dollar bill, just to show how grateful he is about the USA accepting his family as immigrants. No, we do not forget.

Remember when you used to talk about “let them deal with their own collateral damage”? How your family hangs around public property as if they were crazed chimps in heat? That’s abusing the system – why do you think some people took pics of your parents movements?

Pot. Kettle. Black. Now, go ahead and tell Aleksey and Anna to “deal with their own collateral damage” . The house. Their retirement money. Their dignity. It’s all “collateral damage”.

Oh, you also said you “pulled the plug on the blog” because of the stalking. MORE BULLSHIT. People started taking pics of your parents house AFTER IAFF. You didn’t stop blogging because of it. Yet another lie, in order to make yourself look like a victim.

JK: Would you do it all over again?

One of my favorite answers from you Casey, and our current slogan. You seem to imply that “itsallgood” because you learned a lot of things. No, it’s not all good, because people told you exactly what was going to happen, and you didn’t learn a thing. After you lost 8 houses, you tried your “Soverignity” “A4V” bullshit on your parents home, AND HAD THEM EVICTED AS A RESULT.  How the HELL is that “learning from the past”?

How can you live with yourself?

Frankly, I’m stopping here. I’m overwhelmed (just like Casey said he was 1,000 times during the interview). But, be certain. Casey is coming back. Be prepared.

James Marks,
That’ll be $1,000, or 3 easy payments of $499 each!
July 12th, 2011 

I was having my period. Honest.

It was about time, too. Not so much that we know of has been going on on Snowflake’s life, but as I said before: justice failed. He’s roaming free, like a fucking gay butterfly during mating season, laughing his ass off, while fucking a chick that looks suspiciously like a gay dude, or a retarded trout a gorgeous blonde vixen. So, if I’m paying my fucking taxes, I say I’m entitled to at least a tiny bit of entertainment from those criminals (yeah, my soul feels much better now. Thanks).

OK, where were we? Oh yeah. Do you remember Ogre, from Revenge of the Nerds? That guy kicked serious ass (that is until movie #2, when he was pussy-fied to the point I wasn’t sure I was watching La Cage Aux Folles or ROTN2). Well, he could have written the following paragraph.

Average people never prepare themselves to handle failure. We are all taught in school to conform.  In the classroom there is only one “right” solution to a given problem.  All you have to do is memorize the answers or cheat without getting caught and you will get an “A” on a test.  We are seldom graded on our ability to come up with the answer.  Real life is different.  Being good at the process of coming up with the answer is more important than the answer itself.  Problems change every day.  We can never know enough in every situation, no matter how “book smart” we are.  So we have to be masters at failing forward to reach a solution.

Failing Forward, Serin Crime Family Style. Example #1. There’ll be a test.

Failing Forward #1: loose™ your parents home to your stupid schemes.

Or this one.

 The cost/value is much better than anything else out there and it’s not just one strategy or topic but rather a complete REI education from start to finish.  I have spent something like $30,000 on real estate seminars before this college and have already seen a lot of stuff out there.  Some stuff was good but a lot of it was “fluffy”.  So I had high expections coming in.

http://iamfacingforeclosure.com/oldsite/119/real-estate-investing-college.html

I could go on, but honestly – what’s the point. He’ll never learn, and he always thought he was so much better than all of us W-2, college educated losers.

So, anyway, the big news is (as always, thanks to CI’s Neigborhood Dot):

THE SERIN CRIME FAMILY HAS ABANDONED 4932 DEWEY DRIVE!

CAMPIDIOT & CI CELEBRATE TOGETHER, IN PEACE & HARMONY!

I think I see Animeboi & Imperial Executive somewhere in that pic. Bonus points if you guess which is which, and who is who.

But hey. The Crime Family is now gone, so, what happened to our dear high school grad? You know, the underage one one with the thunderthighs? Oh yeah. She’s 18 now, so I bet Casey is already planning on how to get some sweet passive income out of her. If you know what I mean. Pervs rejoice, and stuff.

Our little Kristina hass just graduated, and she’s, as a leading publication calls them, “Barely Legal”. Yeah, I know what you want, but it’s just too hard to fellate someone through a computer monitor, so I’m giving you the second best thing. Courtesy of Casey’s Secret FB mole: Kristina Serin’s graduation pics!

First: Ma, Paw and the Ricky Retardo gang:

I wonder if that's the public park they live in now.

A couple of comments I shamely stole from Campidiot:

• Check out Steve. Doesn’t he seem he’d love to be somewhere else? He isn’t physically close to anyone. Also, his tie is at least 3 fingers too short, making him look even dumber than usual.
• Marge the Babby Factory and David look pretty much OK. Marge, actually, looks prettier than I’ve seen her before. I’m not that much of an asshole, so I wish them well.
• Does Kristina look happy to you? I dunno. She usually has this big ass (ahem) smile. She looks as if she’s trying hard, but no dice. Also, does anyone notice how much she looks like her father and Casey? Yikes.
• Mommy Anna Serin and dad Aleksey Serin look actually relaxed and happy. Actually, Dad looks as if he married a homosexual lesbian (it can happen, I suppose). That wig makes Anna look like Casey Serin’s butch brother. That is, if she didn’t look like a 70 year old grannie.
• And then there’s Casey and Olya. Check it out. Casey looks like shit, as always – seems he can’t be bothered to dress aproppiately.  His jacket doesn’t match his pants, no tie, faggy looking shirt….But the real interesting thing is – there’s no physical contact between them. Check it out. Hmm. By the way, I wasn’t aware Casey had married a bass fish. Gives new meaning to the term “trolling”, I suppose.

Kristina and Daddy:

Amazing! My child was able to graduate - even while being homeless! - Aleksey Serin

• Notice how much those two look alike. Even considering the nice boobs (and no, I’m not talking about her and her father!), could you kiss Kristina and not imagine Aleksey? Instant boner-crusher!
• Extra points because daddy Aleksey actually knows how to dress for a graduation ceremony and wiped the drool off his face. Good for you Aleksey!
• Extra points for Kristina for having completed High School. Come on X-Tina, show us what you got (ahem) and do finish College!

Anna Serin, the potty-mouthed Matriarch:

I'M THE LOVELY FACE OF APOCALYPSE!

• Not much to say about this one. Try not to stare,  or else your dick will fall off and run away, while your balls retract deep inside you and end up as ovaries.

X-Tina and Babby Factory Marge:

Kristina™: Because I don't know any other pose.

• Let’s be honest here: I’d do Marge. She’s prettier than X-Tina.
• Let’s be realistic here: she’s the one who begs for people to help her do stuff without pay and sells old sticks for $40.
• Sometimes I wonder if Kristina has a mannequin built using that same pose and uses it for every pic.

Because CI is the only place on earth where X-Tina is called that way:

What's up with that sign?

• Good to know Daddy Aleksey has mastered the art of actually looking homeless.
• Seriously, though, he looks a lot thinner than I remember.
• X-Tina has a better looking smile here.
• But she still looks like Roseanne Barr. She hit the Slavik Wall. Hard.
• Once again, Anna Serin looks like Aleksey’s butch husband. I wonder if Rosie O’Donell gave Anna her wig after recording The Flintstones, back in the 90′s.
• No, CI. I bet you are not the only guys who call Kristina “X-Tina”.

Usually, homeless people use big-ass signs for other purposes:

LET THE GUYS BEHIND US DEAL WITH THEIR OWN COLLATERAL DAMAGE, TOVARISCH!

• Attention whore alert: do you see anyone else with a big ass sign? I rest my case.
• Whose hands are those? And, do they know a heart is actually a chick’s big ass while bending forward? Or, is that a code sign for “X-Tina, time to get to work!”?
• Why do those people behave as if the rest of humanity didn’t exist? For fuck’s sake, have some decency and let people behind you watch whateve it is that is going on, morons. No wonder Casey can’t give two shits about society.

And this, I shall call… The Crotch Pic.

or "The Mystery of Kulaga's Stiffy"

• Once again, Marge looks sorta stunning on that pic. She’s the cute one, not Kristina.
• And yeah, once again, Steve looks completely out of place and uncomfortable.
• Perhaps he’d like to help David Kulaga with his all too obvious erection!
• Are you still undecided about whether Daddy Aleksey Serin is mildly retarded? Look at his jacket. Now look at his arm. Now, try to look for his hand. Convinced? Once again, I rest my case.
• Speaking about that, every trouser is far too long. I guess shopping at Goodwill has its drawbacks. I bet they miss their Kohl’s credict card.
• I have to give props to mom, dad, Kris, Marge, Daddy and yeah, even David. Look at them – seriously. They are a very tight Crime Family unit – you can see and feel the love, just like between the Corleones.
• Take a second look at their body language. Steve is trying to fit in, while David – Marge – Kristina and Daddy form a very tight unit. Anna is trying to slightly break out of it, BUT she’s leaning on her husband, which seems to mean she understands her daughter will leave home soon,

This was supposed to be a "big butt", but it's more of a WTF thing.

• Look at dad’s, mom’s Marge’s and David’s position related to Casey and his lesbian bulldyke. They have their backs to them. Only Steve seems to be leaning towards him, and that could be because he’s so far away. Bad sign.
• Now, take a look at the Trout and Casey Serin.

No, really.

• Compare them to Marge & Dave or Anna & Aleksey. They don’t even look like a pair of acquantainces – complete strangers usually have more physical contact than them. No part of their body is touching that we can see. Casey is using his “bodybuilder” chest expanison technique, far more worried about his looks than whatever his fiancee / husband / wife is doing. And Olya? She just looks completely out of place there, maybe more so than Steve.

Now, there’s just one more thing I don’t get. There was the lavish party, nice dress for Kristina, and Casey’s trip to Las Vegas during the Apocalyptic Week-end of May 21st. And, quite obviously, Anna and Aleksey aren’t living off the streets. So, where on earth is the money coming from?!? Think about it – we don’t know where the Crime Family is living, but one thing is for sure – if they are renting, then they have to pay each month or else. They also have no more credit cards, so they are living day-to-day. Where did the Jamaica and Las Vegas money come from? And then – if they have so much money that they can send Casey world-hopping, why can’t dad afford a suit that doesn’t make him look like a retard?

The only possible answer is: Olya’s got the money. We’ll find out sooner or later.

I hope you aren’t able to argue with me on this one – I was fair to the Serins this time around (yeah, right!). I guess we’ll soon know what’s up with Casey and his new Bass / Trout girlfriend / transexual SO, or whatever. Just wait – I bet Summer will bring plenty of surpises for all of us. How do I know? Easy. Why on earth did the Crime Family upload all those pics to FB? A: Because they are a bunch of attention whores, and will be for the foreseeable future.

Oh, and about Kristina? I’m still undecided, now that she’s 100% legal. Sure, she’s chubby hot, but you know, I like a different kind of oriental chick.

Hurry up James, Tila may be back any minute now!

James Marks
All things considered, aren’t you just GLAD you were a nerd at school?
June 17th, 2011

Not much to post at the moment (not even good Tila shots!), but check this out. A tremendously talented CampIdiot poster wrote one of the funniest recaps of the entire saga. Sheer bloody poetry.

The crowd, having paid $5 each, is quiet. On the brightly lit stage, a hand-painted sign says ‘Cukey Goodman – making cucumbers disappear for your viewing pleasure’. There is a trampoline in the center of the stage – in front of the trampoline there is a padded stool and a low table. On the table is a large cucumber, a kitchen knife, a roll of duct tape, and a jar of Dr Procto’s Lube.

There is a brief smattering of applause as a slight man of about 30, his hair highlighted and combed forward, comes onstage wearing flip-flops and a striped bathrobe. This must be Cukey Goodman.

“And now,” he says, in slightly accented Californian English, “for you, my audience, I will make a cucumber disappear.”

Mr Goodman carefully cuts the end off the cucumber. He pulls off a length of duct tape and turns to clown for the audience as the duct tape gets stuck to his fingers. Eventually he manages to tape the cucumber upright in the center of the stool. He then coats the cucumber in Dr. Procto’s, his fingers lingering on the shaft a little too lovingly for some.

Once this is complete, Mr Goodman kicks off his flip-flops and climbs onto the trampoline. There is a collective gasp and intake of breath from the audience as he drops the bathrobe with a flourish. He begins to bounce, jumping higher and higher as he eyes the distance between the trampoline and the stool. Some people cover their eyes as Mr Goodman’s flaccid penis whirls in a circle in time to his bouncing.

Mr Goodman, satisfied with his last bounce, leaps high in the air toward the stool. From offstage, a woman’s voice with a heavy Slavic accent is heard incongruously yelling ‘Go Kostya Go!’. Cukey, meanwhile, strikes a couple of styles at the top of his leap.

This is his undoing – as he comes down he clutches his knees and pulls them up, aiming his twitching anus at the tip of the heavily-lubed vegetable below, but his clowning has thrown his timing off. He misses, and he smashes squarely into the cuke with his testicles, spattering the front row of the audience with a grotesque salad of cucumber fragments and lube.

The audience files out to get their money back as Cukey lies groaning on the stage.

Anonymous – www.campidiot.com/casey

Read it once again and you’ll see – the entire 5 years of this criminal saga is there.  Major props, dude.

James Marks
You spin me right round, baby, right round!
May 18th, 2011 

Sleep pretty darling do not cry,
and I will sing a lullaby

Golden slumbers fill your eyes,

smiles awake you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling do not cry,
and I will sing a lullaby

Once there was a way,
to get back homeward,
Once there was a way,
to get back home

Sleep pretty darling do not cry,
and I will sing a lullaby

Boy you’re gonna carry that weight,
carry that weight for a long time

Boy you’re gonna carry that weight,
carry that weight for a long time

I never give you my pillow,

I only send you my invitations
And in the middle of the celebrations,
I break down

Boy you’re gonna carry that weight,
carry that weight for a long time
Boy you’re gonna carry that weight,
carry that weight for a long time

Oh yeah, all right,
are you gonna be in my dreams tonight?

Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you
Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you
Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you
Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you
Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love you

And in the end,

the love you take,

is equal to the love you make.

James Marks
Her Majesty is a pretty nice girl,
May 8th, 2011 

Well, I suppose it is morning somewhere in the world. I’d Google the place, but frankly that seems like work.

OK, so if you live in Brasilia, Buenos Aires or some Atlantic island, then it's good morning for you.

I can’t sleep. Usually, that means a) I ate far too much, b) I drank far too much, c) both, d) I did something wrong and I can’t stop thinking about it, or e) a combination of them all (and the sequence usually is a, b, d).

In this case, it’s a solid d). See, writing about the Serins sometimes makes my blood boil and I do stupid things I later regret.

I have to admit - I never regret posting her pics, though.

So, let’s get this out of the way. Yesterday’s post about  was baseless and there’s no reason for me to slander what it seems to be a legit business. Neighborhood Dot confirmed the fact that Steve’s cars usually have dealer plates. An anonymous source verified they were doing business legally. That’s pretty much enough for me.

So, in case you arrive at this page for all the wrong reasons:

As far as I know, Genesis Auto is a legit business.

So, there you go. I think I may be able to get some sleep now.

James Marks
“But I tell you that men will have to give account on the day of judgment for every careless word they have spoken.” (Matthew 12:36),
May 6th, 2011 

Proverbs 10:9 The man of integrity walks securely, but he who takes crooked paths will be found out.

Hello, dear Sacramento Empire Chronicles readers!

YES, I know lots of stuff happened this last weekend, and NO, I did not update this blog. I have a very good reason for that.

I'm one lazy douche.

Now, seriously. I was expecting things to start making sense sooner or later, but then again, this is the Serin Crime Family we are talking about. Nothing – and I do mean it – is never what it seems to be; why, I have no idea. When I look at my life I wonder how the fuck I could ever get to be such a bore – you know, have breakfast, go to work, eat, work some more, go home, relax, sleep, etc. I can’t imagine waking up, cuking myself, going to sleep, snorting coke, smoking MJ, going to sleep, browsing the ‘net, getting the munchies, eat, eat, eat, master cleanse my ass, A4V my house, dream about my latest online venture, sleep, cuke myself, jerk off, sleep, and then starting all over again. Which seems to be the life of Casey Serin.

Well, at least that was his life right up until April 12th, 2011, the day the music cried the day the cucumber died the day when the Serin Crime Family was finally evicted. Tears of joy were shed by the thousand or so haterz who follow this criminal saga. There were talks of asking the Vatican to include Thomas Aceituno on a double bill with Mr. John the Pope II. My cat proposed to my dog.. Hell, my wife gave me a sweet goodbye kiss! It was all good!

Or, was it?

If past experience is any indication of what's to come, the world may never know.

And this is in fact the real reason why I was trying my best not to write this entry – we have only raw data right now, and that does not a good blog post make (what?). There’s no way to know what’s going on inside the Crime Family’s inner-secret-group. I always thought of them as simpletons, people who relied far more on sheer luck than on long term planning. I’m not so sure anymore what is it that they are.

See for yourself, thanks, once again, to Neighborhood Dot – the meaniest dude of this whole saga at this point.

Neighborhood Dot

Member

$104

Re: casey serin: back in the
game

The Dewey house is for sale.
There’s a brand new sign with some Russian dude’s name.  I’m too busy this
morning to get a pic or Google, but the sign said “motivated seller.”  Somebody
please find the listing.

OK… so let me get this straight. Anna Serin’s brother, Peter Peychev, bought 4932 Dewey Road, a move that everyone believed meant the Crime Family would stay safe and cozy at home. And a couple of days later, they start selling the house? But… but… hadn’t we already agreed the moving trucks actually brought someone to the house (Olya) instead of throwing out people (the Serins?) What the truck?

I said it before - the scariest house in America isn't the one at Amityville

So, this is for real: 4932 Dewey Drive is on the market. Yet again. This time, someone is trying to get $57,000 more than what the guy in the funny hat (the dude at the foreclosure auction) asked for the house a couple of weeks ago. I dunno about you,  but ugly Soviet-era wallpaper, a bathtub with a backstory which would make Caligula proud, and more jet and truck noise than Casa de Spanky’s would make me run away faster than Steve while being chased by a hot girl in her underwear.

I'M NOT GAY! I'M INTO PIKACHU, WHO IS, RATHER OBVIOUSLY, A FEMALE!

Jet engine? Truck noise? How do we know about that?

I don’t know about you, but I’m seriously thinking about doing a voice-over to that video. How about:

This is 4932 Dewey Drive, home of Internet fraudster and con-man Casey Serin. This is the garage where he staged his failed sales. And, as we go inside, we can see all the 70′s Sovok wallpaper, which is now valued at $0.01c per square foot on eBay. Check out the flatscreen TV – imagine the thrill of owning completely stolen goods, since the proprietors never paid a bill! This here is the place where Casey proposed to Olya… this is where Rita slept while studying for Bible College… this is where Casey was stoned out of his mind and made the Island 2012 podcasts… and the toilet where he pissed on a dollar bill… this is not a home, this is not an investment, this is  FRIGGIN’ HISTORY!

Yuck.

As you watch that video, notice the following:

1) There are three cars outside: daddy’s Maxima, the BMW Cabrio we have seen before, and a Lexus – and you can read their license plates, for your DMV enjoyment!

2) The trampoline is still there.

3) The lawn is mowed.

4) There’s no Serin crap anywhere. It looks as if they already moved somewhere else.

5) They claim they spent $50K renovating the house. Where did that go? I mean, really? The house doesn’t look like absolute shit, but it certainly does have a very strong 70′s feel to it.

Even I'm cleaner than that house!

So, is the Crime Fambly gone for good?

While you ponder the question, can you spare a dime, please?

Personally, I think they will not end up homeless – even though this picture was found recently by a CI poster, I do not believe it means Aleksey is on any kind of shelter. But once again, WHY do they insist on making this crap available to anyone with a Facebook account? Are they taunting the haters? It’s obvious these guys aren’t living at 4932 Dewey Drive anymore – unless they have a small bag with clothing and their personal belongings, and use it on an everyday basis. What’s the deal, then? Are they hiding at one of Uncle Peychev’s houses? Wouldn’t it be simpler to just shut the fuck up and delete every pic on Facebook?

The Serin Crime Family starts making even less sense than usual. Take Steve Serin, for instance:

Having your house sold in a foreclosure auction shouldn't be a laughing matter. Or so I think.

No, I'm serious! Take him AWAY!

Back in the day, he used to run “Escapemybrother.com”, where he poked fun at Casey Serin and seemed convinced he could make him go straight (so to speak). Now, let’s see – his latest online blog: classifiedpranks.com (now defunct):

REMINDER: This is coming from the brilliant mind of a retarded 20-something year old.

What was that? Basically a blog where he messed around with people trying to sell their stuff on-line: a pretty retarded and sort of abusive hobby, don’t you think?

But wait, it gets better. Is it a good idea to publish such a blog when you are trying to sell your own stuff online? Damn, this guy is such an idiot.

Well, let's see. He tried to sell a Jag X-Type with a salvage title...

So, let’s see. He tries to sell a Jag for $8K. A car that had its entire engine replaced because its owner hit “something” too hard and destroyed it (this was posted on a reply to the original post, which has been deleted by now). But hey, I wonder – how come the prospective buyer didn’t know the car was salvaged?

Maybe we can find the answer here. Steve Serin doesn’t tell people his cars are salvage. He tells them they are his personal vehicles, in perfect shape, and that he does NOT represent any business. In short, Steve Serin is running a scam trying to scam people,  just like his brother.

Steve Serin, you are a liar.

Oh my. Let’s see here – he says it’s “HIS” awesome Jag. It’s not his, it’s Genesis Auto – the company that his uncle Peter Peychev runs. He never mentions its a salvaged car that had its engine destroyed (and, hint, hint: if you hit the car hard enough to rip a monoblock apart, trust me, you f’d up your car forevermore).  He’s even dumb enough to mention it has a 2.5L V6, but the car itself says it’s a 3L. Badge engineering much, Steve?

And please notice: the price is almost $600 lower!

When all of this was noticed, Steve pulled down his new blog post, the Craigslist ad, and changed the wording on the ad. Steve, you can thank your brother Casey Serin – we are going to keep you straight, whether you want it or not.

I wonder if he was scared about people finding out about his “creative business strategies”. Funny – I always considered Casey to be the lone black sheep of 4932 Dewey Road – I guess I was wrong. But hey, I digress. What on earth was I talking about?

James Marks
Where the **CK is Casey, anyway?
May 3rd, 2011

Do NOT say I never did anything for you!

You do remember the Paradise Vacations thingie, right? You know, the guys where Casey was supposedly “couch-surfing”.

Well, I’ll be very, very suprised if he was couchsurfing. Because, if he was, he just let some dude’s couch full of his DNA (that is, assuming he can get it up with a lady).

I may feel ashamed about this tomorrow morning.

And I got this reply.

Then again, maybe not.

So…

Moving van… Casey in Jamaica… the Peychevs buying 4932 Dewey Drive…. Casey coming back to Sacramento. Yes, it all fits.

Let's all give Olya a nice welcome to this story

Or, as Casey Serin himself would say,

\

James Marks
His child bride must be illiterate. Or just plain stupid,
April 23rd, 2011 

But enough about Britney Spears. This is MY COMEBACK, bitches.

oh, yeah. That's one of the other reasons I can't seem to stop writing this blog. That butt!

American Investors Group, LLC. I wonder - who are they?

Think vee foouled dem, Peychev dahling?

American Investors Group - Home of the Whopper!

Houston 525? Steve? QUOTING THE BIBLE?

GEE! What a coincidence! The person next door to Genesis Auto, run by Peter Peychev, is called Olga Peychev, just like his wife!

Recording Date 2011-04-11
Document Number 10080
Pages 1Type ASSIGN
Grantors MERS INC
PEYCHEV PETR
PEYCHEV OLGA
Grantees BANK OF NEW YORK TR
BANK OF NEW YORK MELLON TR FKA

ANNA SERIN’S BROTHER BOUGHT 4932 DEWEY DR!

Speechless.

A pretty good Easter service at the Russian church in West Sacramento, celebrating Jesus Christ’s resurrection. Then lunch at Suprun’s, then we swing by Mistuiks, then I go to Peter Peychev’s house and talk to him about real estate.

http://howtolosemoney.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-posterities-sake-heres-caseys-earth.html

I already told you, James. The Serins are as far away from me as Casey is from corporate credit!

Kinda like me at your new home, James! Well, at least I'm sorta cuddly and cute.

i try hard to accept my past and all this i brought upon myself. The “bad things” they only make us stronger. i believe everything works out for the good of those who love each other.im as confident and as powerful as ever in my entire life. the sky is the limit! i want to be in it for LOVE. i will always remeber those beautiful words – “for better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health”

About to quit facebook for a while anyway and want to enjoy which way my life is going

Good Bye.

Fuck. Fuck, Fuckety Fuck and Fuck Casey some more.

We’ve been looking at the wrong things. Totally wrong.

In all the focus on the foreclosure and possible eviction, we forgot a couple of things:

1) He had said a while back that he was getting married to the latest brainless bimbo in APRIL.
2) He took a week-long trip to Jamaica, which he couldn’t have possibly paid for himself, in APRIL.
3) A small moving van showed up outside the Serin place shortly after we believe him to have returned from Jamaica.
4) He said something about Jamaica having been great and that “we” would go back again.

Only one possible conclusion folks: The dumb bimbo married him. They went to Jamaica on a honeymoon, probably paid for by the bimbo’s parents. The small Budget truck on Saturday was not the Serins moving out, but her moving in!

Yes, she married her way into the room with the horrible wallpaper. Dumb bitch.

If anybody can come up with a better explanation of the chain of events, please let me know..

Or, at least, back on the Casey Saga.

James Marks
I’d do anything for love (but I won’t do that),
April 21st, 2011

It’s a bit sad to type these words, but they need to be said. So there.

This blog has served its purpose, and in all honesty, it went on for quite a bit too long. This was a story about Casey, and in my opinion, the story is over with the sale of 4932 Dewey Dr.

I do not regret most of the things I posted here, since I wasn’t one of the principal players, and I tried to shift away attention from me. I hope I was able to do it. Most of the content came from all of you, and it’s still out there. You know where to find it.

I do regret that this blog’s “fame” (for the lack of a better word) went over my head, and I betrayed – yes, betrayed – real people who I consider far more than Internet names behind a screen. For that, I apologize profusely. Once again, dammit!

I cannot undo the damage, but I can end it. And so, James Marks, the personna, is no more.

Thank you for keeping up with this story. We had lots of laughs, didn’t we?

James Marks
Signing off ,
April 19th, 2011.