During the weekend, I watched ‘The Lovely Bones’.  It was one of the worst movies I had ever seen, and while it had its moments, the ending ruined everything because it served as nothing more than a promotion for the hypocrisies of liberalism.

Basically, it’s about a fourteen year old girl who was held captive and murdered by a serial killer/child molester/rapist.  He was never caught, but in the end fell off a cliff because of a stupid icicle that tapped his shoulder.

Unfortunately, this false ideal is shared by a number of people in the world, in that evil doers will eventually get what they deserve, and nature will have its justice.  It also ties in with the misconception that everything happens for a reason.  Well it doesn’t.

If everything happens for a reason, why do women get raped and little children, molested?

We’re living in a day where people are living in a fairytale.  It’s idiocy.  How can we thrive as a civilization if we never step up to the plate and enforce justice?  This is our responsibility.

But yet convicted rapists and child molesters have rights because they’re “human beings”?

They’re monsters without a conscience who prey upon the innocent for their unquenchable thirst for satisfaction.  They become more evil throughout their existence.

The common justification: “I know it’s not an excuse, but they were probably victims too!”

It’s one of the dumbest statements I’ve ever heard because of the blatant contradiction.  While it’s not an excuse, it’s made to be one?

Regardless of the torment and suffering we endure, choices define us.  If other victims of child abuse will spend their lives helping others, nothing can deny anyone’s freedom to choose.  Monsters choose to be monstrous.

We’ve all heard it before; sex offenders getting out, only committing sexual violence, again and again.  They recruit little children to be like them, until they infiltrate the entire population.  They need to be executed to end the vicious cycle.

And no, I don’t feel sorry for rapists getting raped in prison.  They did it to themselves.  However on the flipside, rapists getting raped isn’t justice either, which is why the death penalty is the ultimate solution.

Not only is it a deterrent, but the death penalty is also a preventative measure for the aforementioned injustices in the form of torture.  When they violate another’s freedom, theirs should automatically cease existence.

Because the victims matter.  Are we willing to sacrifice our children just to tickle our curiosity and see if a reprobate monster might change?

Last night, I received a comment from ctaretz (Xanga Thief: DIMWIT) that wrote: “Wow, I want you on my side in a fight! What the fuck dude you went postal. LOL! I like it!!!”

This made me laugh because I really did rip him a new asshole.  It was hilarious while I edited his online dating profile, which is something a lot of people here don’t understand.  Because of writing in capital letters, they somehow think I’m angry.  They don’t understand that I continue to crack up all the way through.  I love making a fool of people with a little logic and common sense.

And even funnier is the fact that I’m constantly getting accused of starting drama.  If you haven’t seen the trend of people starting shit with me, then I don’t know what to tell you.  It’s usually the other way around.  I write.  They get upset and talk smack about me.  I respond (depending on if it serves any entertainment value for me of course, while I also like to write for practice).  Some are beyond stupid and worthless.

The only times I can think of that I’m directly linked to starting drama was when EternalImplosion was falsely accused of being a racist by ISpeakLife for merely acknowledging race (Scary Black People, EXPOSED), when Yosho blamed the 37,460 reported rapes of Caucasian girls and women on the victims because according to him, White girls are the sexual preference and have big mouths (37,460 White Females, RAPED), and when rainbowbrite2200 was getting decimated for writing against rape fantasies (Rape Fantasies Are For Rape Lovers).  I only start it in defence of the innocent.  I don’t “retaliate” to personal attacks unless it has the potential of making the culprit look even stupider.

As of recently, I’ve had namely two people using my name in vain:

cmclymer turned out to be a creepy little lying pervert (Dear Stupid, This One’s For You (UPDATED)) after I exposed him for writing about me because I declined to recommend his post asking girls and women to fill out a form that would give out their name, age, location, etc.  He later deleted my “intervention”.  Hilarious.

DiaryOfAPsychopath still claims that I’m a plagiarist despite being given solid evidence proving my innocence (I’m Too Good For Plagiarism).  I’m not about to beat a dead horse, but unfortunately, some people still choose to remain blind, even with comment dates that are impossible to manipulate and comments that were in line with the original entry.  For the record, I never once made a personal attack on her.

I find it amusing how there are those who claim to “hate” me.  I mean get a life.  This is just the Internet!  I can honestly say I don’t hate anyone on here.  It’s the dumbest thing in the world.  If these hypocrites hate me so much, why do they keep obsessing about me?

Also, probably 25% of the regulars have already blocked me.  I wish I had a million dollars every time I read, “Sorry, the page you requested was not found.”  No, I don’t want a nickel because I strive to be a billionaire!

Please haters, for your own sake.  Let go of me.  I know you love me and want my name to get you famous and in with the Ricky Elite Hate Team, but until you let yourself let go, you’ll never get over me. (:

But accountability is another thing.  Although dimwit entertainment is important, I always pick and choose whose toes I run over.  I’m not merciless.  I don’t pick on stupid people who are emotionally or mentally compromised because even when I’m the first asshole in a wheelchair, I don’t want to be on the news as the wheelchair suicide inducer.  Ha!

Yes, this drama business might be better than television, but not many has what it takes to be DearRicky.  It might be a trend to bash me on a weekly basis, but others might not be able to handle the constant harassment.  I’m Batman.  I can take it.  Cyberbullying however is real, and do you really want blood on your hands?

Take for example when CiaoBella810 talked about how I needed to be dealt with by means of torture and dismemberment (Dear Xanga, I Was Threatened).  How about when MomGoneMadd talked about raping me (Is Rape Funny To You?)?  How about when dikdoktor threatened me for real yesterday when he claims to know where I live and want to pay me a visit?  This is coming from a guy who has threatened to throw my wheelchair and I down the stairs if he ever saw me.

From The State of the Rickens Address:

He elaborated further in a now deleted entry, which can be found in the link below (he apparently lives eighty kilometres away from me):

I contacted the authorities immediately after.

However, I do sympathize with dikdoktor in a way.  He has been obsessing about me for quite a while now, even when I’ve never blogged about him before.  He has a lot of health and emotional issues and I feel sorry for the guy.  He did apologize to his readers for his drunken behaviour in writing this morning (MY APOLOGY?), and I’m considering dropping the case if he stays away from me.

dikdoktor: If you’re reading, I’d advise you to drop it.  If you don’t like me, keep away.  I hope you get better in any case.

A lot of times, DearRicky drama happens when people disagree with me, which is even more ridiculous than yours truly because after only one disagreement, they become a hater right away.  What?!  The real question is how can I not be amused?  It reminds me of when I used to watch wrestling because many of my readers have turned heel.  So silly.

Remember Dear Mr. President, You Socialist Swine!?  People got really upset with me.  Why?  Because they didn’t read all the way through to find out I was in fact doing a satire on pubic hair.  In it, I wrote on “private sectors”, “letting them go down the drain”, “to those you use as a covering”, “bush” (lower case), “these roots of life”, etc.  I tried to make it as short as possible, but still, people got offended because they didn’t read the last sentence, which will probably happen again here.

Remember this douche bag who plagiarized from me?

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I confronted him.  I wrote in his comments, “You fucking thief!”

He wrote me a message and I replied:

So it’s okay to take anything we want from Xanga without giving credit?  Amazing, and I’m supposed to give him my full name?  Lying thief.

He deleted my comment so I reiterated.  “You motherfucking thief!  I’m suing the fuck out of you!”

He then sent me an instant message:

Then he deleted what he stole from me.  Hilarious!

You know, it’s really insulting that he of all people would steal my work.  I looked more closely at his profile and the idiot can’t even write for the life of him!

I marked it:

Romance is when you’re entering automatic doors and your body immediately warms from the heaters above after being out in the freezing cold.  It’s the knowing of safety from deep within your heart.

Romance is when she’s on the phone with a friend, while fixing the creases on your shirt.  It’s the simplicity of affection no matter what she’s doing.

Romance is when you’re inspired with creativity from the deepest desires.  It’s when you find a new freedom in your heart.

Romance is when you understand there’s more to love than what you’ve already learned; a reason to redefine all of which you know.

Romance is when you find completion in her eyes, even when you acknowledge we were made individually.  It exceeds all sense of logic.

Romance is when you encounter the perfect stranger, one who touches you in an unfamiliar way.  It’s when your heart and soul are tied so much together that it physically aches, and when you know you’re home at last.

Romance is when you find innocence in her beauty, and your pleasure lies simply in holding her hand.

Romance is when you start with a question and end in a conversation that continues forever.  It’s when the awkward moments of silence become everything but unnatural.

Romance is when you’re miserable without the presence of each other.  It’s when you’re thinking of only her despite looking at the most insignificant things, while she misses you and realizes where her heart belongs.

Romance is when you share at least 75% of a nasty flatus under covers when she least expects.  It’s affectionate in a disturbing kind of way.

Romance is like a toilet.  Though you don’t require it to survive, without love, you’d have a huge mess only you can clean.

Romance is like having haemorrhoids.  You need to let it out gradually and consistently without aggression as it might potentially ruin everything.

Romance is when you plan your wedding day, even when straight guys don’t do that, and when you had been doing it since you were only twelve.

Romance is when you end up hurting her because you’re hurting too much yourself.  It’s everything or nothing at all.

Romance is when you see nothing in her eyes, no stars or other romantic clichés, only her and her alone.  It requires no reason or explanation, for love just is.

Romance is when you learn to need her despite pride and a fear of sorrow.  It’s the willingness to give all your strength and energy for her heart without being afraid of revealing your vulnerabilities.

And romance is a lot of things, but it isn’t defined by actions alone.  Sometimes it can only be defined by the heartfelt whispers of “I love you”.

As most of you may know by now, I was accused of plagiarism by DiaryOfAPsychopath, which has been disproved with solid facts and evidence.  You can read more about it from the link below:

First of all, I’d like to thank everyone who supported me in disproving the false claims of DiaryOfAPsychopath.  Your readership and help in clearing my name is much appreciated.  Thank you so much!

As bloggers, we all know how important our writing is.  It’s our voice, and for someone to try and take it away from us is a serious matter.  Some people think it’s nothing, but they don’t understand that artistic integrity is everything.  What would be the point of writing if we had none?

For those of you who say my writing is too good to be true, first of all, this statement is false because someone had to have written it!  Secondly, thanks for the compliment.  It’s amusing how so many people were so quick to assume.

I did a bit of research today following this LINK and found the fatass motherfucker who stole my work.

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I had to register on OkCupid.com to find this creepo Adam (Justmyluck89) from Cedar Rapids, Iowa.

Funny, how “Redifing terms” was the only journal entry posted.  Even funnier is the fact that the piece of shit can’t even spell the title properly as compared to my flawless spelling and grammar.  I’d call him a cunt, but he’s not good enough to be one.

Again, my entry (Redefining Romance) was posted on my site back in July 28, 2009.  This can be proven if you look at the comment dates.

In fact, it was originally written back in August 2, 2006 on my website: DearRicky.com (registration has now been disabled for plagiarism reasons, but if you if you want to be a member, send me a private message)

Unfortunately, I’ve become a victim of plagiarism.

I’m bringing awareness to this issue, not only for my sake, but yours as well.  You may be a victim already without even your knowledge.  I’ve searched for myself before on Google and found a couple people who plagiarized from me.

It’s disturbing, but you know what?  To hell with them because they have nothing on me.  I’ll keep writing.

I’ve asked DiaryOfAPsychopath to retract the accusations.  She hasn’t responded.  I don’t expect an apology from her, but to my supporters: don’t hold it against her because she was just misinformed.

It has come to my attention that DiaryOfAPsychopath (Ricky, Ricky, Ricky) is accusing me of plagiarizing an entry I wrote called Redefining Romance.

She accused me of stealing from some idiot from Grand Rapids who “originally” wrote it back in February (of this year, I assume).

Actually, Redefining Romance was posted on my site back in July 28, 2009.  This can be proven if you look at the comment dates.

In fact, it was originally written back in August 2, 2006 on my website: DearRicky.com (registration has now been disabled for plagiarism reasons, but if you if you want to be a member, send me a private message)

Sorry, but I’m too good for plagiarism.

UPDATE: DiaryOfAPsychopath (Ricky, Ricky, Ricky) accused me of plagiarizing this entry.  Follow the link below for the truth:

Have you ever wondered if we’re living a generic life of unoriginal thoughts and ideas, while the things making us unique are the same that make billions of others feel special?  What if we’re nothing more than cloned souls?

A generic dream is to experience life’s adventures, do a little charity work, fall in love, get married and raise a family, watch the kids mature, grow old together, and die knowing we made some sort of a difference.

But does that define human life, or a reason we necessitate to make our existence seem meaningful?

Then again, it depends on how far we want to reach, if the limitations we’ve set are the accomplishments important to our dreams.  I often ask myself how I should bring meaning into my existence, to make ordinary into extraordinary, and extraordinary something more.

Romance is the engine that drives me to exceed above all else.  In discovering life, it’s necessary to redefine what it means to love.  If not, romance becomes another notebook crafted in another’s mind.

Romance is generally defined by an idea of destiny; a search for our better halves.  It’s to find that special someone who fills our hearts with joy.  As much as I believe in soul mates, men and women weren’t made for completion, but accentuation.  We weren’t made in halves at birth.

What if we remove ourselves from reason and simply give our hearts?

When I fall in love, I’d tell her:

Because when we allow ourselves to love someone without a need for reason, loving only her, it means we’ve redefined romance.  This is what I intend to do.

Last week during my campaign against rape (Rape Is NEVER Your Fault), MomGoneMadd (Rape as a way to get traffic...) wrote:

This made me wonder.  Despite free speech, if you don’t like someone on the Internet, is it okay to joke about raping them?