You Can’t Win

I think we need a little break. Everyone is so upset and I feel a little responsible. So how about a nice sing along… it’s been a while since we had a good one. This one is my favorite song from The Wiz, “The Crow Anthem”. So hit play on the Michael Jackson video, the lyrics are down below. Hear it, sing it, feel it! Because, “you can’t win, you can’t break even, and you can’t get out of the game…”

[Verse 1]
You can’t win, you can’t break even
And you can’t get out of the game
People keep saying things are going to change
But they look just like they’re staying the same
You can’t win, get over your head
And you only have yourself to blame

[Chorus: Michael Jackson (The Crows)]
You can’t win, chile (You can’t win chile)
You can’t break even
And you can’t get out of the game

[Verse 2: Michael Jackson (The Crows)]
You can’t win, the world keeps moving
And you’re standing far behind
People keep saying, things will get better
(Just to ease your state of mind)
(So you lean back)(And you smoke that smoke)
(And you drink your glass of wine)

[Chorus]
Sayin’ you can’t win, chile
You can’t break even
And you can’t get out of the game

[Bridge: Michael Jackson (The Crows)]
You can’t win, you can’t win no way
If your story stays the same
(You ain’t winning) No, no
(But it’s nice to see you, I’m awfully glad you came)
(Better cool it, cause it ain’t about losin’)
Then the world has got no shame

[Chorus]
You can’t win, chile
You can’t break even
And you can’t get out of the game

[Verse 3: Michael Jackson (The Crows)]
You can’t win, you can’t break even
Ain’t the way it’s supposed to be
(You’ll be spending) No, no, oh
(Your little bit of money)
While someone else rides for free
(Learn your lesson) Ooo
(Refuel your mind before some turkey blows out your flame)

[Outro: Michael Jackson (The Crows)]
You can’t win, chile
(No, you can’t win) [4x]

You can’t win, chile
You can’t break even
And you can’t get out of the game
You can’t get out of the game
You can’t get out, woo, of the game, no, no

Encore

I’ve become so numb. But you know me, I always end up pulling it together. So let’s pull it together, together.

Can I get an encore, do you want more? I hope so, ’cause I’m ready to go one more round.

On December 27th 2013 I posted an Eminem video (The Monster) and Zero’s World was born. Eminem not only became the first thing posted each new year of the blog, but Eminem became the theme music to which I wrote most of the posts and hopefully the soundtrack to which you read the blog. Some people still don’t get why Eminem. I’ve explained this before and probably will again, like all things dealing with this place, it’s complicated. The important part is we have made it to year 4 and Eminem is here for us. I chose a hybrid track to put this last year into motion and it fits, since this blog is a bit of a hybrid blog. Mixing it all up.

I know along the way many of you thought I was shady. And with some of you the feeling was mutual. But as a close friend of mine would say, “You got me fucked up!”. I’m not really all that shady, in fact I’m as sunny as that California state I go on and on about. Ok maybe not that sunny, but definitely as bright no matter how dark you may find me. (Is anyone enjoying this wordplay?) Hopefully this final year of posts will show this in a better light. And some of you might start, seeing me less as the shady one and more of the Doc type. I’m not talking about Hackett either. I mean Doc like as in the one in charge or the guy who will put you on the couch (‘Member? Yea, I ‘member).

So, with all that being said (wordplay and all), Get your ass up for the doctor
One more time, get your ass up for the doctor, Come on now, here we go, cliff hanger, it’s another club banger. Got you hangin’ on the edge of your seat.

Yep, here we go again. I’m gonna do what I do best. Get under the skin of the trolls and the righteous. Make you all think twice before you decide to fuck with another human being. I know, that’s a lot to ask for, but I’m gonna do my best to get us all there. I know there will continue to be naysayers and haters, but you had your chance. Times up, games over, you lose, I win ’bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here. Yep, just call me turnip, because I’m ’bout to turn it up!  Sorry, that was bad.  You get me though, we are ready to actually go somewhere.

Ooh yeah, new year, next phase, begin, Look who’s got you goin’ crazy again. I do bring out the crazy in people, don’t I? Just look what I have done to our little loud mouth Fluke. He’s almost pathetic to look at now. Minus the almost. LOL, did I do that? Did I help make you irrelevant? Give it up Junior, I’m a trend, I set one every time I’m in, I go out and just come back full circle again. You a fad, that means your something that we already had. But once you’re gone, you don’t come back, too bad. Ha, ha!
That goes for all the loud mouth nuts. Dorothy, MM7, Jen, and all the others I haven’t really gotten to… yet. You’re off the map now, radar can’t even find you. We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you. You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you. We walk around just playin’ the violin behind you. 
I love that line because it’s funny but also very true. While so many of you were bitching about me and my blogs and the good apples who found something here, we have been playing that mocking violin, exposing your blind anger and madness. It’s been quite a journey so far. This can’t go on forever though. Like I said, you had your chance, now enough with all the pissin’ and moanin’, whinin’ and bitchin’. Sit and observe, listen, you’ll learn if you pay attention.

Now can I get an encore, do you want more? I hope so, because I can’t do it without you. So for one last time I need y’all to roar!  I know I can count on a few of you to give this place a proper send off and finally get to the point. I bet some of you are saying, well get going, Now what the hell are you waitin for?  I hear ya, but we got to do this right. Because after me, there shall be no more.  Ok, that might be taking the whole narcissistic, arrogance a step to far, but I bet there won’t be anyone quite like me. So for one last time, nigga make some noise (that one’s for you Dorothy). But really, everyone, it’s time to speak up or shut up. So all my people on the left, all my people on the right, scream one last time. 

Funny, that right when I decided this blog had outlived its purpose it started getting attention again. Nerd and PS149 have returned (and yes, that is the “real” PS149), links to the blog are popping up in different places, some certain Websleuthers are dropping my name (by the way, comments like “Go ask your friend zero” do not go unnoticed, I have eyes everywhere! LMAO). It’s getting crazy out there again, the buzz is tremendous, we drop you all to sense it. I don’t gotta promote it for you to know that doc is off the benches. And I seem to have put together a pretty good team of my own. Well better than Dorothy’s crazy team anyways.  Just call us doody, ’cause we da shit. Or as Linda once so awesomely put it, “we are dope, you’re just dopes”.  You see, we keep the party rockin’ off the henges.
We ain’t showin’ off, we just goin’ off popular consensus.

Still my critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk, Doc is all washed up. To which I reply: Knock it off Who the fuck is Doc impressin’?
Doc is this, Doc is that, you got the wrong impression. You must be on the cock of Doc, cause Doc left you all guessin’.  No more guessing. It’s time for everyone to stop guessing. It’s time for everyone to just say what ya know. But know what ya say, because I’m here… no we are here (remember when I used to criticize everyone for saying “we” all the time, when they just meant “me”, then I started using “we” in jest, then I realized there really was a bad “we” out there, and now there is actually a good “we”.

So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record (what)

We gon’ have this motherfucker hoppin’ in a second (bump bump)

That’s why we always save the best cut last, to make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass.

You can try to deny it but I know you all are jonesing for me, for us, for this. So here it is, back one last time to satisfy your addiction. It’s time the war was won once and for all. By the way Dorothy (and I know you are hanging on every word) you can declare “war” on Zero’s World, it won’t change the facts that we already won most of the battles.  Cause we done swam with the sharks, wrestle with alligators. We took on Flukyou’s slander, Cristin’s lies, Dorothy’s delusions, Nancy’s insanity, McKee’s misdirection, Jen’s cryptic course, Son of Man’s crazy conspiracies, a hand full of self-important Websleuthers, a ton of sock puppets, as well as racist and bigots from all over Facebook and Twitter. And we won each time. No one wanted any of this, lol. In fact I bet a bunch of you are still worried about what you say out there. Posting then deleting, afraid it’s gonna show up in a post. And it probably will.
Some of you out there don’t want to admit it, but I think you are kind of a scared of this place. You see what can be done here. We go toe to toe, tit for tat, and we can play the back and forth all day. We can outwit, outplay, outlast!(speaking of which, did anyone else watch last season of Survivor? It was a good one) Point is, we took it all on and we are still standing. Most would probably agree, much, much wiser.
When I finally write that last post a year from now, I hope I have made some more new friends, I know I will have a few new enemies. Hopefully most will see through it all and realize some things are not so simple, some things aren’t always what they seem. But I know for some of you that’s just not possible. No matter what I say or do, no matter what is shown to you, you are gonna always see me as the “bad guy”. Every step that I take is another mistake to you (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) And every second I waste is more than I can take…

Everybody sing along with me:
I’ve become so numb I can’t feel you there
I’ve become so tired so much more aware
I’m becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

Man, how that rings true to me. I’ve been accused of many things since I first came across (and started blogging about) LISK.com and Catching LISK, but the ones  that say I’m no better than Fluke or Dorothy or that my blog is as bad as MM7’s blog, those hit too close to the mark. To think I might have become as bad as those I spoke out against, well, that’s something I can’t let happen. Yes, it may just be an elaborate way to show how we all get sucked in. How the bullied become the bully, the sane become crazy. How the internet can twist us all. Yes it may have gotten a little out of control at times… But I can’t become this.

So let’s pull it all together… together.

Here we go… Hands up for the grand finale! And keep them raised, this is gonna be another roller coaster of a ride.

Now can I get an encore, do you want more?

So for one last time I need y’all to roar!

One last time I need y’all to roar…

 

My Phone Call With Dorothy Price Hill

Well this day has been a long time coming… but before I get to the call, I have to wonder out loud about Jen. I mean she must be fuming… after all, I’ve now talked to everyone on the phone but her… don’t take it personal Jen, I’m not a phone person… there’s nothing more to it then that. And I just don’t think our speaking on the phone is gonna help anyone at this point.

I know what most of you must be thinking… how on earth did you end up on the phone with The Dot Girl… well I’ll tell ya the whole story, but bottom line… this flu really kicked my ass.

So I said, that year two would have worlds colliding… and we ain’t even through the first month and bam we are in serious collision mode. In fact the other day I received an email from someone who said they went to school with Flukeboy Joey… said Joey was a bully who liked to pick on kids younger than him. Wow! Not surprising though, right? If the person who wrote me is reading, thanks for the email, I plan on emailing you back soon, I’ve just been a little under the weather lately.

Let’s see… neighbor of Dorothy  wrote in… a neighbor of Nancy’s got in touch with me as well as did an old friend of hers… Cristin’s good friend contacted me… and now a school mate of  junior fish boy! I wonder how many people have run to you guys with stories about me… oh that’s right, none… EZ’s failed Facebook page shows that. Why do so many around you nutballs all say the same things about you? Rhetorical question of course.

Yes, quite a bit of people finding their way to the ZW… and it’s making for quite the discussions off-blog… those of you involved in them know just how interesting some of these discussions are.

Point is things are coming together…

there’s some heavy understandings there…

things colliding… things coming together… sometimes chaos and anarchy breeds a peaceful new understanding of things…

So with the chaotic happenings of this morning a new day will come…

Well except we are talking about Dorothy Price Hill, right?

http://www.manhassetcivic.org/nca/    (NOTE: I know this has now changed… within one day of this post the President and Vice President was removed, but at the time of this post the president was listed as Dorothy Price Hill with her phone number, the vice president was an Eric, they can pretend it wasn’t there… but we all saw it)

I was sent this today, I have heard mention of Dorothy and the NCA before, so it wasn’t anything special, just one more thing involving Dorothy that just doesn’t seem to fit with the Dorothy we have all come to know and not love so much. And I don’t know, I haven’t been sleeping very well as I said… this flu kicked in with fevers and body aches like I haven’t felt in a long time (another sign of my youth making its final exit I fear)… I don’t know, but just looking at that page made me want to scream. I have had Dorothy’s phone number for a while, she asked me a long time ago to call her, but I was not about to jump on that crazy train… that changed today.

I grabbed my phone and dialed the number… it went to voice mail and I declined to leave one… that time.

You can see a vice president is listed there… Eric… well I called him to… another voice mail… this time I left a message.

It wasn’t very good… kind of ranty… again… I’m not 100% right now… just not on my A game… some sympathy please, lol.

But seriously I went off a little on the things Dorothy said about me and others on the internet… I came together at the end though asking Eric to help me understand this part of Dorothy that just seemed so foreign to those of us on the end of her lies and cyber attacks. I left him my email if he didn’t want to call me back.

That might have been that… but then a short while later my phone rang. And again, just to show you I really shouldn’t have done this today, I was in the rest room gagging up mucus and blowing pounds of snot out of my nose when my wife came running in with my phone.

I answered it. “hello?”

The reply back was, “Someone called this phone?”

Is this Dorothy, I wondered to my self, I had not looked at the number before I answered it, due to the throwing up (I know, ironic huh, throwing up before talking to Dorothy, trust me it was not lost on me).

“Who is this?” I asked, and did not hear her reply, I was trying to look at the number now, plus my head was kind of ringing, my ears were also plugged (still are right now). “Who?” I asked again… this time I heard her, but asked “who” one more time, just to make it a nice number.

“Dorothy Hill”, she said for the third time.

“This is zero,” I said, to which I received the same reply that I had given her… “who?”

I said it again, but my voice was garbled the second time due to that mucus I mentioned earlier, so she asked again, “Who?”

I kid you not, this is exactly how it went, we both said our names 3 times… and when I said zero for the third time, after clearing my throat and my head a little, Dorothy realized who she was talking to and I have to admit I was surprised she didn’t hang up right a way. She might not have hung up on me at all, but as I said I wasn’t on my A game.

I could tell she was a little shocked to be talking to me, and what else did I read in her reaction… was she flustered? I hate to say it, but it was there. Looks like you were right again Linda, I thought she hated me, but I read something else in the brief call.

She said she was at work and I replied that I didn’t want to bother her at work but I  thought it was time for the games to end and for us to talk this out… she replied, and this is where I detected that little school girl crush like admiration… She said, “Alright, and I’m sorry about before”.

That little sentence said so much… and it just brought me to a place of, “oh hell no!” Let me explain.

I’ve been told by Cristin and I’m sure some of you might have seen places where Cristin wrote that Dorothy sounds different on the phone… she comes across a different way than in her posts. I guess I wasn’t ready for just how different she would sound. First off, her voice is very pleasant, dare I say school girl like? Plus she didn’t sound crazy or delusional, and I guess that is what I had expected. But all this made it worse to me… and was she really about to apologise to me? I snapped… I wish I hadn’t but I did. I couldn’t help it, “I’m sorry about before” it was all right there, she’s not crazy, she knows exactly what she’s doing… I saw it all in my aching head from those few words and where they were leading… but instead of letting her continue I cut her right off… those words had pushed me right over the edge.

“You called me a pedophile”, I barked at her, “said my mom abused me, told lies about me to others all along knowing I’m a real person a father and not connected to any of your exs or serial killers.” She then cut me off asking me a simple question, one that said it all…

“Why do you care?”

Why do I care? Damn that’s a good question, one I often ask myself that question, “Why do you care?” It’s one we will have to tackle another time… but in my flu stupor I gave a simple enough one that must have done the trick.

“Because you lie about people Dorothy”, I said. To that I got the reply, “This is a federal investigation, I can’t talk to you about it” and hung up the phone.

Damn, I had blown it… I could have stuck with the Nice Guy Eddie act (though on me it’s no act, I swear, I’m a nice guy, lol) heard her apology and maybe get some answers to why she does what she does… but I chased her away with accurate accusations of being a liar… nobody likes to hear that.

Though at the time I was more like, “did that bitch just hang up on me?” So I called her back… voice mail of course and I left a message.

“If this is under federal investigation have the FBI call me so I can clear up any lies about me… or better yet, maybe I should call the FBI myself…”

I said a few more things along the lines of you have my number now so have the proper authorities get in touch with me, I’m happy to help in any investigation… “bye”

For some reason, the simple “bye” at the end made my wife laugh while she was listening… it was funny I guess. But now I was seeing the bigger picture, the shock of Dorothy sounding like a rational human being and therefore really f@cked up in the things she does had worn off, my head was still swimming with flu but I realized I gave up an opportunity today that I might not get again.

And so I called one last time and left one last voice mail (I know, I know, who’s the real school girl here?).

I simply said that if she wanted to call me back and explaine to me what it is she was trying to do or how I was missing something in all this I’d be willing to listen to her side of it.

But I knew it was too late for that. I had heard all I was gonna hear from Dorothy, she was sorry about before and wonders why I care.

As I said, I wonder myself sometimes.

Shake It Off

 

Any new Cicada stuff out there? I haven’t even looked. But it’s that time of year.

I saw Anonymous is getting involved with the fight against terrorism:

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/france/11335676/Hacktivists-Anonymous-says-it-will-avenge-Charlie-Hebdo-attacks-by-shutting-down-jihadist-websites.html

And The Illuminati is taking over everything:

https://www.facebook.com/thevigilantchristianmario

I bring up these 3 groups, because with all that’s going on in the world, it would be nice if we had some heroes… even some anti-ones.

But we are so involved in the back-n-forth. Victories are just the lead in to the next fight. Everyone’s pointing the finger at their oppressor and shouting demon! Actually we moved on from that… we now are pointing fingers at our accusers and shouting demon!

Even I, as I teach by example, have gotten too caught up.

Time to shake it off…

 

 

Spanking EZ’s Butt

So by now, that Facebook Page Mr. EZ has created about me (I love how so many call me this… Mr. Zero, Mr.Dinh… it’s so dignified… LMAO!) is experiencing quite the flood of private messages… all with big scoops on yours truly.

Of course they went with the safest bet… the old satanic cult leader. I really wish you would have gone with the hermaphrodite serial killer one.

Here were some other things sent about me that were not used:

Zero is CIA working to silence the internet.

Zero and his family of cannibals sell beef jerky made of human remains.

Zero is a cyborg bent on the destruction of the world.

Zero has traveled back in time to stop the internet from becoming a living breathing entity that then enslaves the universe.

 

There are more… lots more. Some I made up, some, my friends made up. I told them, the wackier, the crazier, the further out there, the better! They must be so fun to read through.

So yes, I have been having some fun with the EZ FB. I’m sure they are beyond confused.

But they went with a good one… the first one that was sent to them. Cult leader… satanic metal band… lmao… yea, straight from me:

EZ comment

Glad you posted it  EZ (but man I really wanted you to call me a hermaphrodite, that would have made my day), it gives me a chance to clarify  a few things…

I don’t know how many of you nutballs still communicate together and more so with the likes of Dorothy Price Hill… but get this straight… I’m not in any type of satanic anything… nor is my family or friends. Demonizing you enemies is a normal way of doing things… but that doesn’t mean it’s a good way to do things. Yes, my brother and I have been in bands, mostly my brother, but to call him a cult leader or satanic… damn, you made yourself look so foolish to all who know him and read that… good stuff.

My question is, why did you pick that one to run with? Because it was the first? Or because it fit what others have said about me?

Damn EZ… who is underestimating who here?

Again… anyone listening to what Dopey Dot Girl is saying about me… I’m laughing at ya… lots of people are laughing at ya. Want to know the truth about me… just keep reading.

But you know there must be a Quid pro quo… I mean I’m just as curious of the truth about all of you…

I want to know the truth about Flukeyou…

the truth about Dorothy…

the truth about Murt…

the truth about Truthspider…

the truth about Seasslug44…

the truth about NERD…

the truth about Jen…

the truth about Bill and his Lemmings…

the truth about Candyce…

Alright I need to stop there… but there are so many names on that list, (including LINative, PS149, and 2 of the 3 Jones, I’m just curious as to who you all are, not so much any truth, since they are all pretty much straight forward type of people and not the same as the others on the list) and EZ, you now are on that list. And as most of these people will see, my curiosity is relentless… years from now I’ll still be talking about all this shit… can ya dig?

So I suggest you get rid of that eyesore of a page (and I strictly mean it is ugly to look at… no time or thought at all went into its design, NERD was way more clever with their fake Joey/DPH Twitter, they took their time and were smart about it, this is an insult to me, and not the way you intended it, lol) and go back to what ever part of this you are stuck in…

But I will point out again… it’s always when you think I’m moving on from some of you that crap like this happens…

Years… people… years… I’m going nowhere…