YouTuber Parents aren’t all complete dicks.

This former channel, Fantastic Adventures, is a haven of fucked up bullshit.
Let me repeat, Fantastic Adventures is fucked up.
the content is manufactured.
The kids were forced to take part.
And if they didn’t?
They’d be fucking abused.
Now, it seems like every time YouTuber Parents are mentioned, it’s always going to be some kind of monstrous fucking act. Some kind of emotional dick punch, like society is telling us that all YouTuber Parents are complete dicks.
They aren’t, it’s fucked up what’s happening.
Not to mention that the kids weren’t even hers.
Like, seriously, what the fuck is going on?
Hold on, need to reread the article to get properly pissed, believe it or not, there’s still a bit ofgas in the engine from this mornings writing storm.
Hackneye, hackney, whatever the fuck that dumbasses name is, is just another in a long line of asshole parents exploiting their kids for YouTube fame in the ENTIRELY WRONG WAY.
Look, I’m not a parent, and I’m not here to judge, but when I have kids, you can bet your ass I’m going to post vids of them doing their thing, NATURALLY, not show them off like a circus attraction and punish em for not remembering to do a certain thing, I mean what the fuck is this crazy ass bullshit!?
https://www.nbcnews.com/nightly-news/video/adoptive-mother-accused-of-forcing-abused-children-to-perform-on-youtube-1461955139539

I really am not lying.
Look, I get it, there are dance moms who scream and bitch at their kids for not doing the right thing, and then there are abusive fucks that have the self entitled right to fuck their kids up if they ain’t on the same page.
IT ain’t right, and The moment there’s suspect behavior, which often goes unnoticed for too long,  or too late, that channel should be taken down, that parent should lose their kids, and they should be behind bars.
End of sentence.
I could’ve just said period, but you know what?
Nah.
Tazed, pinched, pepper sprayed between the legs, locked in the closet for days without food or water? Ice baths?
All for forgetting lines or not wanting to take part in the videos?
What’s her defense going to be?
”I done did it fer the lulz!”
Nah, she’s guilty as fuck, ain’t no way in fucking hell she getting off easy.
The utter FUCK is going on with that chick?
There’s a difference between forcing your own failed dreams onto your kids and letting them explore their natural talents in their own ways, and clearly Hackney fucking forgot the first rule of parenting, never to do that kind of shit that leaves a psychological scar on their kids for the rest of lives.
These are fucking children, not some high grossing actors, you fucking bitch, that was aimed at Hackney, which I know, I know, blah blah blah.

Still the fact remains, first was the precursor Daddyofive, and that asshole was taken the fuck apart.
People obviously thought that shit had calmed down enough to the point where they thought this shit was okay, and one dumb ass brave soul wanted to leap on the abusive YouTube Parent with the flying grace of a thousand fucks not given and…. Well, this happened.
Like, really?

Is this where we are now?
Where the level of crazy needs to be such that you’re hurting kids in order to get some attention?
Thank god YouTube shut that shit down.
We don’t need anymore crazy.
Lemme repeat:
Not all Parent’s with YouTube channels are abusive assholes.
There needs to be a system in place, and it’s a fucking easy as shit one:
Reward those kids that take part after helping out with the video.
If they don’t, they don’t get rewarded, therefore, it reinforces the idea that doing videos leads to goodies.

Don’t fucking abuse the little guys and gals because they don’t feel like hamming it up for the camera that particular day.
Seriously, Hackney is better off, far, far away  from any child. Even her own.

My inner child is coming out and it hurts.

I guess this would be as good a time as any to tell y’all something shocking… or maybe not so much shocking as it just an exorcism of one thing or another. Or maybe not, i mean, really, there’s a lot to unpack and if I just talking talking about how five or six months ago I tried commiting to try the suicide slide at a friends house, y’all would
flip
the
fuck
out.
That was so worth the four lines it took to write that out. But, on the down low?
Or download, or USB flash drives- oh shit, let’s talk about that instead of hte obviously more impactful topic that’s rattling around in my head wanting o get out, but, for reasons beyond my understanding, I will now speak of gerbils!
Suicidal Gerbils running a wheel of their own demise!
There’s a theme here, I just don’t know where it is, what it is, nor why it want’s me to subscribe to Tseries.
right, Logan Paul is back in the news for saying the obviously dumbfuck thing of “being gay for a month.”
The fuck that even mean!?
Is it when Logan reveals to us that he’s been gay all this time, but due to an unfortunate backwards run in with a dead person that he’s been scarred for life? Or does he have the innate genetic ability to become homosexual for 30 days at a time when making vlogs?
Like, what’s his reasoning beyond wanting to remain i nthel ime light? Because whoever his PR person is, god damned, they are fucking horrible at the job, not like, “mma put a fork inna toaster when I wuz burn” dumb, but more along the lines of, “I’m obviously an educated man, with the ability to make smart choices, yet I will obvious continue to ghost ride my whip into traffic at every conceivable turn!”
Let’s face it, Logan was never the smartest man in any room, and I’d lovingly plant my fist repeatedly into his throat given the chance.
what?
I said lovingly. Meaning I’d punch him with a tazer. Set on high. Dressed as a clown. while laughing hysterically.
that’s… not lovingly at all, is it?
Look, what slice of demented that seems ot be, it’s nothing in comparison to the fact that once again, Logan has pissed the world off, and somehow, to the level where a person made a very visible mural of him hanging. So…. fuck.
How can dumbasses be this dumbass? Is he not only appealing to 12 year olds, but also trying to be one again?
When will he learn that words have power, but video is like the Disney version of animation, meaning it will fuck your shit up and fast if you so much as even draw three circles on a dollar bill trying to buy a pack of smokes and a used condom.
That…. was disturbing as fuck imagery, and as I’ve written previously somewhere in the shit filled chasm of the 650 or so blog posts, someone’s gotta pull the plug on Logan’s channel, nay, all channels who place before them as “entertaining content” the presumption that “Making people angry enough to artistically threaten lynching you is fun and popular! Be a lemming and throw yourself into the meat grinder again…. and again.”
That’s the message behind all branding, “Be like me, or be alone.” that’s all it is, that one message.
Look, I get that people like to follow the trends but if the trend ends up becoming a materialistic annoying as fuck, snap selfie taking fashion zombie with no clue about who or what is actually entertaining… Then they’re probably Logan Paul.
Now… here’s the flipside of that.
The 18 and under crowd, despite all their god given talent, intelligence, all that “your child is the godsend of humanity” ass kissing that goes around, their entertainment choices are annoying as fuck, insane as all hell and deal with serious topics in a way that makes it look like no one actually gives a shit.
Which is further from the truth.
But the way it looks to me, obviously very fucking cynical, when I see thee news that once again, a Youtuber shit the bed by saying something that amounts to them publicly wetting themselves without wearing any pants, is that we’re fucked, absolutely fucked.
And if making an ass out of myself on the internet is the only way to combat the problem by becoming the problem to fight the problem from the inside, only to just become the problem, hey, I’ve achieved a very convoluted and confusing goal from the get go of the whole, “To fight the system, you must become part of the system to change the system, but nothing will change. So, yay!”
The saying that kids are the future isn’t just a Fortune Cookie to throw away, it’s not some cynical war veteran mutering his last words into a broken whiskey bottle in a broken down bar in an abandoned town, it’s the truth.
The older replace the younger, and while the Elders ways work for the time being, the older will eventually replace the younger and so the cycle will simply continue.
it’s the same thing with evolving content trends and what the consumer wants to consume. After all, nobody loved Flaming Hot Cheetos, and now suddenly, everyone loves them.
much like Logan Paul, or Fortnite. Or even the understanding of Keemstar’s almost Sex Kink levels of adoration for slices of ham.
It’s something that no one understands, no one ever will, but we’ll just keep going along with it because that’s what’s “In” at the moment, and we just don’t want to be one of the people left “Out”
Left out of what?
The Untidied Mental States of Idiocracy, a sub level country that’s almost been around as long as the good ‘ol USA, or whatever your preferred homeland is. Patriotism is patriotism. The UMSI isn’t a physical country, its a cultural one, and there are far more states and and rules to abide by in regards to which one you currently reside in. Don’t believe me?
Here’s a great example:
The denizens of Trumpland will simply believe anything and everything that donald trump says is real, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary, this isn’t a slam, it’s simply a well known observation, and it ties into the rest of this blog, why?
Because, much like Trumpland, Paul Logan’s supporters will support him, despite overwhelming evidence as to why they shouldn’t.

Coffee Thoughts in the morning!

God I fucking love coffee!

Seriously, nothing more satisfying in the mornings then hcocking down some random shit I no longer care about writing.

Well, not that topic anymore, I don’t write these morning blogs just to be all philosophical and shit, I write them to just fucking say what’s on my mind, and there’s not really much on my mind, no, really!

I used to try and make sense of the world, try to unlock it’s various dick shaped puzzles, and try to be something more than my mind actually was:

Infinite confuckled about everything stupid and trying to be more intelligent than a methed out gerbil being stupid funny on a facebook live of a Captain Hook porn parody where no one’s having fun, and everything just seems fucked.

More or less, I’m sure the clown in the corner, sadly jacking it to a rendition of “hurt me more” by the Sugarpops and Daddy6969 is truly just wonderful.

Outside of that, I drink coffee and slap my face against the keyboard because i need to more freeform with my thoughts, try not to bog em down with the heavier shit, because that’s what the fuck I was doing for a long fucking time, you know?

Understand the mysteries of the universe, logic it all out.

There’s nothing to logic out, it’s all impulse!All fuck this, blow up that, make fun of this person, why?

What’s the point?

Aren’t we fucked enough already without that added pressure of the constant shit talking?

Maybe we just need to shut our minds down for a bit and relax, not worry about what the others are doing as Jack and beanstalk simply refers to the act of getting a blowjob from a snaggle toothed, broken jawed hooker during an earthquake on a rickety roller coaster.

Or maybe it’s something more which I don’t have the mental patience to deal with?

I dunno…

I just do not know.

I’ve spent so much of my life looking at a keyboard that it’s really the one constant thing, more constant than staring at a screen for one reason or another.

Although it does seem a bit more fun than backwards fisting a zombie in the ass.

Maybe?

Yeah definitely don’t want to think about reverse fisting anything that’s decomposing.

Ha… You’re thinking of it aren’t you?

LMAO!

that’s the thing I love about coffee thoughts, you can just say whatever’s on yer mind and not really have to worry about a fucking thing!

It’s a freeing feeling, something I’ve continually missed as i’ve plugged away at this project or that project, wondering when and if I’d get back to the one thing that really matters, randomly blogging about nothing at all, or making some sort of sense to the five people that actually read this thing, all over the world…

Did you know I used to be read all over the world?

Seriously, that shit was insane, yeah, I used to talk mad shit about people over at VVC back when there was shit talking to be done, but I was fucked read all over the place.

Sometimes for good reasons, other times for bad, sometimes for reasons that  seemed a bit obtuse, no, no intelligent words.

BAD BRAIN, BAD FUCKING BRAIN!

Point being, I guess no matter what I do, I’m going to have some kind of draw, some kind of gravitational pull, even if I don’t think I have one. After all, hits are hits, regardless of how many times or how many minutes people read or watch. not that i’m complaining, it’s just a natural fact of life that now a days, if you’re aren’t shit talking someone, you’re not a part of the cool crowd, though to be fair, I don’t think I’ve ever been a part of the cool crowd?

Maybe?

I’m not really sure anymore, everything’s a bit fuzzy in the memory, sometimes I get flashes of the person I used to be in my twenties, and I look back at the things I wanted to accomplish, and look upon my many failings, and see that there is a veritable graveyard of them. But I can’t give up!

Not giving up!

Ever since I tried to hang myself, I’ve come to the realization that my life, my efforts, my everything really, is more important than just some one off project that for one reason or another needs to be slapped together in the form of a blog or something to make others happy.

It’s a way of keeping myself motivated for the future, to punch that sun right in the fucking dick!

To proclaim to the world that all should HAIL BILL FUCKING WATSON!

To make the most badass shoutout videos in the world and keep people smiling.

I lost the goal of that in the course of chasing high hit counts and wanting people to subscribe to me.

I lost that point, maybe that’s why my follower count hasn’t risen or fallen? Maybe that’s why I’m struggling to get anymore traction?

Or ,maybe I just secretly gave up the rat race once I figured out the truth of the matter, that no matter what I try, there’s always going to be someone to shit on my parade.

So I need to shit on theirs first, because of course that’s going to be a thing, right?

I create because it’s what I’m excellent at, I’m godlike when it comes to creating things.

the question is, how do I turn that creation into profit, more importantly, how did I go from using all of my finger to only using five? that shit confused the hell out of me.

Is it to match my internal voice when it comes to… thinking?

I dunno, don’t care, batshit crazy thought time:

So a penguin with a machete and a tiny top hat went on a tiny adorable rampage at a library and that shit went sideways with the chihuahua FBI showed up and was all “BARK BARK MOTHERFUCKER!”

I KEEP FORGETTING THE PURPOSE OF THIS BLOG, TO NOT MAKE SENSE, TO HAVE FREE FLOWING THOUGHT IN A WAY THAT’S NEITHER CONSTRICTING NOR CAUSES ME TO PAUSE, LIKE AN ECLECTIC COLLECTOR OF LECTURES. HA! I DID A THING THAT MADE ME SMILE ON THE INSIDE.

PEOPLE SAY I NEED TO SMILE MORE, WHY? WHAT’S THE POINT? WHAT AM I SMILING AT?

THE SUN?

THAT SHIT’S BEEN THERE FOR TRILLIONS OF YEARS, AND NO AMOUNT OF SMILING IS GOING TO CHANGE THAT.

OH, SHIT, I’VE HAD CAPS LOCK ON THIS ENTIRE TIME.

There we go, that’s going to read very weird, people are going to be like “Why is he yelling about smiling at the sun?”

Puppies, I don’t know, that’s just the word I was focused on when my fingers hit the keyboard, and now this blog is getting more metaphysical than I’d actually like. I need to practice using more than just two fingers- SHUT THE METAMINDFUCKING PHYSICAL BULLSHIT DOWN!

There we go, hate it when that happens, because than I’m just focused on the random bullshit that’s going on, and you see what’s ACTUALLY going on instead of enjoying a nice nonsensical blog about shit that no longer matters ten minutes down the road as you focus on which Forte Nite skin to use to do the same thing over and over and over and over again. Because really, that’s all gaming really is, and maybe I’m over extending my reach as John Wick 3 is just about John Wick going on a murder rampage because someone took his plate of nachos at golden Corral, and john’s had enough of that shit.

The movie will be a veritable and verifiable week long in running time. And it will be just millions of senior citizens rushing John in an attempt to fuck with death itself.

Wow, that’s on my mind heavily, maybe it’s something more, or something less.? I need to go to the mental gym more often and work on the mental gymnastics required to keep this train of thought going?

Maybe I do, and maybe I don’t give a fuck anymore about trying to make sense, nope, old topic, moving forward, moving on!

I like writing songs, it’s a pretty fun experience, to hear the flow of the music as you slap a ham sandwich against the way and make fart noises and than you think, well this isn’t making music, just making a mess.

An Open Letter to YouYube.

Dear YouTube, hi. How are ya? I’m fine, more importantly….

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What the fuck took you so god damned long to figure out that Logan Paul is an atrocious shit bag? Did you not see the warning signs that he was becoming more and more unhinged? Did you think that, “Oh, derp, he’ll get back in line!” Look, ya dumb asses, every time Disney let’s go of one of its stars, they go through a bat shit crazy period and then finally fucking calm the shit down.

I get that you’re probably sitting on your thumbs as Advertisers break off the little money orgy you had going on, but at the end of the day, you just need to silence the adfessive mother fuckers once and for all. Hitting their wallet? Yeah, that helps, but really? You just need to shut their fucking channels down, like, delete and IP ban them, show other SmallTubers that you actually care!

Look, at this point, your Algorithm’s a teenager, looking to post all the dark, gritty, offensive BS that it can and seeing just how far they can push it till you have to take the reigns, and for a while, it got away with a bunch of weird BS. The Limit was the Suicide forest and then you waited until Logan tazed a dead animal, and even then, it wasn’t until after Peta got involved that you really did anything.

You really need to stop prioritizing the Creators based on how much money they make you and start focusing on the content that they post, and yeah, the 4,000 hours watch time for those SmallTubers, like myself who’ve worked their asses off trying to hit, but for some reason, our subs just subscribe to us because we’re a meme to them or something else.

At this point, I know for a fact there are smarter people out there with the facts and figures and numbers,  but for the life of me, can you tell me in your own words just what is going on with trying to curb stomp the crap out of crap content makers like Logan Paul whose content poses a very real threat to the community? It’s influences like him, and those who subscribe to the shock value of things, that make it hard for guys and gals like myself still trying to maintain our ability to make money off of your site?

Because I guarantee you, that if you continually make it harder for us SmallTubers to make it big on your site, we’ll probably just end up going somewhere else… Like Facebook… Ugh.

 

Love,
Morgan James Does Games

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