You know the hardest thing about making a comeback?
Well, at least you have to agree – this time, I didn’t use Tila Tequila. That has to be a good thing. I suppose.
Hello, all you beautiful people. I’m glad to be back. Sort of. You see, I’ve been trying to write this entry for a couple of days now, but each and every time I sit down and try to start typing, something suddenly comes up
and I simply can’t continue doing a thing. For a while, I wondered if there was something wrong with me – after all, now that ADHD is all the rage, maybe I can blame it for my lack of focus, interest, and stuff. But to be honest, I’ve been pretty productive lately at work and home. No, it’s not that.
I finally figured out what’s bugging me. I’ve been doing things the wrong way. If you check out my blog, you’ll see several instances (I just posted the first two or three or four or five I found).
- Understanding Casey’s Administrative Remedies
- Make a run for the border!
- Pick up the white courtesy phone, please.
- CashCall’s Calling!
- I am fighting for closure (of this friggin’ story)
Where I positively state Casey is surely going to jail, or PMITA Fed Prison. And I’m absolutely, incredibly sure this time around. And it will happen. Soon. Very soon.
No. It ain’t happening, not now, not today, not ever. For all his stupidity, Casey was pretty much right about something. There’s a gray area that justice doesn’t seem to care about, and Casey and his family live and thrive in it.
Nothing will happen. He’ll still smoke pot 24/7, cleanse his ass, owe the banks $500,000, cuke himself inside the family bathtub and live with his parents until he is 100 years old. Anna Serin will wear her Victoria Secrets thongs, Daddy Aleksey Serin will look like the inbred retard he is, Margarita Serin will pop kids like a freakin’ rabbit, Steve Serin will post unfunny jokes, X-Tina will
edited out because she’s still underage, and Tim will stay away from it all. Nothing will change because crime has paid off for those assholes.
If you don’t know, or haven’t figured it out by now Retard-o and the Crime Family will keep 4932 Dewey Drive. The auction has been cancelled. It’s over.
I know, I know. Many of you will say “yeah, but he really fucked it up this time, they’ll get him!” Yeah? How many times have we said that before? Really. It doesn’t matter anymore. Thinking that the Serin Crime Family will ever be thrown out of 4932 Dewey Drive at this point is like believing in the Tooth Fairy, Santa Claus, or that you’ll someday get a piece of this:
So, I’m refocusing this blog. This post was the hardest, I suppose, since I the thing is, I was wondering – why the fuck am I wasting my time when nobody (and, by “nobody”, I mean the Honorable Judge Thomas Holman and the rest of the useless Sacramento Court employees) gives a flying fuck? Casey has taught us that justice in America is non-existant if you know what you are doing. You can go out, not pay your mortgage, drug yourself to death, top every freakin’ credit card you have and stuff, and nothing will ever happen. Go ahead, do it. After following this story for years, I’m absolutely positive it’s safe to do such a thing. Not that I endorse it, I’m telling like it is.
Well, my point is, I’m not doing this blog because I expect something – anything to change. I’m writing it because I enjoy such a thing. I want to remind myself that I can never, ever become such a parasite to society, that justice is blind, dumb, deaf and stupid, and that maybe someone, someday will find the information in here useful.
Oh, and I also enjoy the fact that some of you like this blog. Thank you so much for leaving feedback. It makes it all worthwile.
So, I’ll start working on the real “juicy stuff” tomorrow.
Thanks for reading, I don’t feel much better now.
“… And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.”
January 26th, 2011