Celtic Shaman, you are weak! You hide behind your celtic black magic and beat your drum in hopes of frighting the prepubesant viewers at home. Frankly I am digusted by this occult mentality that you display. Typical of a lost soul with no real grasp on what awaits him down the road. You go ahead and consult your ouija board and crack open a new pack of tarot cards, ask them what in the hell am I going to do now? I guarentee you that anyway you add it up, I will hand you a proper  beating!

Come on now Shamie....cut the kid a break already! You and I and everyone who was around at the time know that without me the SS would have never had a chance in the stable wars!

You and Sash lean on the brevity way too much. I mean face it you two are like the four whoresmen....bark and no bite. I am not looking for a war of words and would gladly back you up, but getting rid of Panter and Z was a big damn mistake. The Mighty SS crumbled!

As for you feeding me my medications....humor me some more my old friend! Bad image, moi? Get real! Slob ways...embarrassed...those are strong accusations my gaelic child.

Jealousy is not a trait that becomes you. You are much better of excepting the reality of your surroundings than dabbling in the mambo-ja-hambo that you deal with. It is a fact, like it or not, that I am a dementedly sick puppy in a kennel full of house broken lap b#tches. Did I choose to be? Who cares....I joined your intitutions and then you say Ick, we decided that it is in your best interest that we break up the most feared and brutal stable in eFed history. "We" decided...."MY" best interest......