Sep
17
2011
Permanent link to this article: http://www.kevinprovance.com/2011/09/without-a-word/
Sep
05
2011
Permanent link to this article: http://www.kevinprovance.com/2011/09/sept-2011-test/
Jul
06
2011
Cheney Mason
You know him. Once of the shysters who got Casey Anthony off. Oh, and somewhere in there they defended her too. Anyway, some of the talking heads referred to him as a ‘southern gentleman’.
When Mason showed his true colours and flipped off the media, he demonstrated exactly what kind of person he is. He is no gentleman. He has no class. And I don’t care what old school reputation he has in Florida, he strikes me as a stone cold racist, especially with how he interacted with Judge Perry. Read between the lines. In one statement to Perry, he had the audacity to tell the judge what his job was. Who does that? A piece of shit like Chaney Mason.
I noticed on his badly designed web page he fails to post an email address or a real contact form, save for a few phone numbers. Why? He doesn’t want to have to deal with the flood of emails telling him exactly what kind of person he is: A low life. That’s not to say there isn’t an email address, and I believe I found his.
You see, I do IT work for a few lawyers in town, and if there is one thing I have seen a pattern in, is their personal email addresses. They use their initials. So I sent Mason as email using this method, and although there has been no reply, the mail did not bounce or return unavailable! It means it’s a working email address.
If you, like me, feel the need to exercise your first amendment rights, I would let Mason know how you feel about his conduct and demeanor. But since I do not want to blatantly post what I believe is his personal email address, I’ll give you the clues. His domain is jcheneymason.com. That gives you his initials and his domain. You’ll have to do the rest.
There was no justice for Caylee Marie Anthony. Let Mason know he is partially responsible for that in getting Casey Anthony off…and defending her.
I’m not done on this subject. Not by far. More to come.
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May
31
2011
Bad Friends, No Beer
There is no such thing as ‘unconditional friendship’. Anyone who claims to be your friend will ultimately butt fuck you at one time or another, and all you can do is pull the dick out of your ass and send your so called friend packing with a message they burnt their bridge and to find some other stupid motherfucker to do their bidding (but who won’t be as cool as I was over the last 15 years or so. I thought I understood what unconditional friendship was. For many years I ate shit from friends who only took, took, took and never gave in return. Better to have bad friends than no friend at all, I guess.
Nut no longer can I be silent. I can be unconditional no more to those who treat me badly. Fair warning. One has already been eradicated from my life. Whose next. I don’t really trust anyone at this point, so tread lightly.
Then there are fair-weather friends, people who claim to be your friends, but only show up when they want something, or there is something you have that they want. Anything else they never seem to have time for.
Me: Going to be in the area, like to get together?
FW Friend: Nah, I’ve got some <insert lame excuse here> to deal with.
Me: Oh, well. you said anytime I was in the area to let you know…
FW Friend: Yeah, sorry, it’s just that this weekend is <lame excuse here> (Translation: I really didn’t think you would ever take me up on the offer)
Me: Yeah, that’s cool. Sorry ’bout that. (Translation: I know you’re full of shit, so the next time you want something from me, you are going to WORK for it.)
But years pass and the FW Friend wants something thus making me convenient to talk to. Not anymore. I see through those people now. If I’m not good enough for company or occasional chat about something other than the topic the FW Friend wants from me, I ain’t interested in being used. Yeah, I too am a human being and have to start insisting that I prefer to be treated as one.
So if you are reading this and you believe you might fall into one of those two categories (and more importantly, if you CARE about it), it’s not too late. Make amends, not only with me, but with anyone else you might be fair weathered too as well. They will appreciate the effort.
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May
12
2011
Nightmares?
I used to ‘knock boots’ with a particular man hater named Ursula Centeno. I was one of life knows how many conquests she used up and tossed aside since her so called ‘divorce’. (Several STD tests since then have shown I got away lucky). I can’t completely blame her. She has a rather FAT and butt ugly friend, Cheryl SomePolockski or something who was (is?) completely obsessed with her, to the point where she would log into Ursula’s email and send me correspondence between her and other suitors in an effort to be rid of me. Why? The fat fuck didn’t like me taking time with Ursula away from her and went to great lengths to poison her mind against me. It worked. Ursula thought *I* was responsible for the incursions, even when I had hard evidence to prove otherwise. Not that any of this matters anymore. When Ursula creeps back into my thoughts, I can’t tell if I enjoy it, or despise it. Both?
I only mention it because I’ve been watching the jury selection for Casey Anthony on Court TV that was these last few days. The case is in orange county, but they are pulling jurors in from Pinellas, where QueenManEater lives still. Now, they don’t show prospective jurors during voir dire, but one can hear their voices, and when hardship is claimed, they usually say where they work. Enough clues to track anyone down if you know how to properly use the Internet. I keep waiting to hear her voice, as I’ll never forget it (one does not forget the wild things said in the throws of passion easily, I assure you), along with some other voices of fat disgusting people I know in Pinellas who need to drop dead as soon as humanly possible. A couple of time I thought I heard her, but it turned out not to be. Too bad.
It did lead to a rather interesting dream I had this today during the Daily Afternoon Power Nap™. Ursula was starring, naturally. Sex was involved, and so were words that were once spoken years ago that turned out to be well placed (and effective) lies. It was like waking up with her heartbreak all over me (instead of the sex smell that usually followed after such encounters). I didn’t know if I was pissed or melancholy. After all these years of never having proper closure, I imagine further thoughts of the woman will be met with bitterness and disgust. That said, If asked, I don’t think I would have the power to say, “no, leave me alone”.
It’s a moot point anyway. The world has moved on. The afterimage of that particular dream will soon fade away and will be forgotten, just as all the ones before it have.
I once read a T-Shirt that said, “Mean people suck.”
I agree.
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May
10
2011
Osama Bin Laden Raid: Pakistan Hints China Wants a Peek at Secret Helicopter – ABC News
Osama Bin Laden Raid: Pakistan Hints China Wants a Peek at Secret Helicopter
So…the Paki’s lie about harbouring bin Laden while taking billions in free aid, and then give the Chinese a look at technology that is not their own? Back stabbing fuckers. It’s time to stop wasting taxpayer dollars on the bloody fucking Paki’s and spend it in our country against the real invasion force, the disease carrying mexicans and their anchor children.
Yeah, I said it.
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May
05
2011
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May
04
2011
To SaLuSa of Sirius
If you are indeed monitoring the internet, then I hope the message reaches you, and reached you well. I’ve been told you can make contact through dreams. My dreams are constructs, in that I dream about the same place over and over again. Please take a moment to meet me. All I want to do is meet you and hear your voice, even if only for a moment, and then wake me up so I’ll remember it all. Many messages of late seem to say the same things over and over again, and the doubt has started. Please, save me from my doubt.
I await, your humble servant
Kevin Provance
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Apr
02
2011
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Apr
01
2011
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