Jeffrey Marsh: "Trans" Groomer on the Loose

 (Warning: Strong languages, sexually explicit and distressing references ahead)

 

            I can't believe I have to write this. For weeks I tried to steer clear from this man and this subject. But now, people from the left and the right side of the political spectrum are made aware of this man's online presence. And believe me when I say that aside of what he identifies himself with, child grooming is a heinous form of child exploitation. But then again, I lost pretty much all respect I have for most of the members of the LGBTQ community, particularly those who want to shove this gender ideology bullshit to others with differing opinions, as well as silencing those who are opposing the narrative, whether they are on their side or not. Ever since the puberty blocker debacle, and the fact that people like Dylan Mulvaney is roaming around unchecked appropriating womanhood (Yes, this is what I call gender appropriation), today's political landscape has become a free-for-all, as the (in)tolerant left press on to instill their deranged version of inclusivity. 

 

            I believe I've written something about sketchy individuals and people with a tendency of predatorial behavior, but what I'm about to dive into not only is a creep, but also acknowledge himself as one, and people actually support him. Let's begin by dissecting who are we dealing with. The one in question is Jeffrey Marsh, born in York, Pennsylvania, USA, on the 7th of July 1977. He claimed to have been misunderstood during his so-called "rough childhood". Not much information regarding his education history, but he attended the University of the Arts in Philadelphia, earning himself the Bachelor of Fine Arts in musical theater. Before his internet infamy, he moved to New York City to pursuit a career in cabaret performance. 

 

            After this, Marsh turned to social media, with his first platform being the now defunct Vine, creating contents around self-affirming and self-empowering, usually presented with a pep-talk, song, or dance. Nowadays, he has a TikTok account (which we'll be getting into later on), Instagram, Facebook, even a YouTube channel. Lately, he also set up a Patreon account. Outside of his social media activities, he is a regular contributor to The Huffington Post, arguably one if not the most woke publication ever existed beside BuzzFeed. In 2016, he even released a book entitled How to Be You, supposedly inspired by his time growing up. He identifies himself as "non-binary" (which is, again, pretty much an undeniable sign that you are a total idiot) and is of Buddhism faith. For one, I might get branded as a blasphemous little bastard, but Buddha himself would laugh at your fucking ass.

 

            Now, let's address the elephant in the room. Marsh is currently the biggest LGBT influencer on TikTok, amassing 682.000 followers. Most of the time, the contents are not really that harmful, except that those same videos contain an intro SPECIFICALLY aimed towards children. Hell, he begins his videos with "hi kids" or some variation of that phrase. Now, we all know where this is going. We've seen too many true crime videos to not noticing straight away that this intro, more or less, is a MAJOR RED FLAG FOR CHILD GROOMING. These particular offenders are trying to establish communication to children by isolating them from their parents. And as I learned first-hand, parents are the strongest defense mechanism against these abusive tactics. 

 

            The second thing that I want to address is the contents themselves. Recently, Marsh's content is revolving around teaching those same kids on how to go no contact from their parents. Again, isolate them for your own benefit later on, and once the trust has been established, then the groomer can do whatever to the kids as they pleased, often for a long period of time. Or, if the audience is equally as demented as he is, they might be onboard as well. Then, to make things worse, his Patreon page contains videos containing OUTRIGHT SEXUAL TOPICS! AND THIS IS AIMED TO CHILDREN! For fuck's sake, this man has too many free times on his hands. And to drive this thing home, the left actually supports him, as he kept roaming around the Internet unchecked, while differing opinions are constantly shut down.

 

            And why is Jeffrey Marsh is allowed to do this? Isn't sexual topics towards children is heavily frown upon? Unfortunately, no. As the British Muslim comedian Shumirun Nessa found out firsthand. She initially made a series of videos on TikTok calling Marsh's contents into question, on how these types of videos is allowed to be viewed by minors. All she did was criticize his content, not for what he is, a "non-binary" man. But what did she get? Jeers and angry comments from his supporters and "trans activists" that extend as far as literal threats. Just two days ago, Indonesian time zone, she was doxed by some unknown perpetrators with emails containing her daily routines, her daughters' school details, and her residence address. She also had her car vandalized prior to those threats. I mean, we are on an uncharted territory here, consider that Marsh is that type of guy who is willing to do the most heinous shit not even the crazed GG Allin would think of, and that is saying something. 

 

            If this is what "inclusivity", "tolerance", and "loving community" are about, I'm jumping off the fucking train. I'd rather be labeled as a "bigot" for standing up to traditional values, that men are born with a penis and a set of testicles, and women are born with a vagina and a uterus. I'd rather be called a "backwards redneck" for sticking to my religious values, which Shumirun and I both share wholeheartedly. I'd rather be called an "ignorant jackass" for standing up for those who are fed up with this gender ideology bullshit. In short, Jeffrey Marsh is a creep, a jackass, an offender, and a total idiot. Parents, if you are reading this, keep your children safe. Question everything. Don't let this creep into your children's life. The consequences are both devastating and irreversible. Now if you excuse me, I'm off to lock myself in my room playing Hogwarts Legacy, the most "transphobe" game made in association with the most "transphobe" a. k. a. the most badass woman in the (wizarding) world, Joanne Kathleen Rowling.

GG Allin: Violent, Barbaric, and Disgusting

(Warning: Gross material ahead)

 

            This is probably the grossest piece I've ever written. While being invested to rock music in general, the punk section is barely touched by me during the most of my life, aside from bands like My Chemical Romance, Simple Plan, Blink 182, you know, those 2000s Pop Punk bands. Recently, I started to listen some of the heavier punk bands, those like The Misfits who mainly touched by their more metal influenced sound. From what I've read and researched, punk rockers have a certain knack for controversy, And the subject of this story inevitably raised the bar so high, no punk rockers since have duplicated that level of infamy.

 

            What we are looking at here is probably the most infamous punk/shock rocker ever lived, and his name was GG Allin. His real name was Kevin Michael Allin, but thanks to his ultra-religious, abusive monster of a father, he was born named Jesus Christ Allin, believing that young Allin was the child of prophecy after claiming that Jesus visited him in his dream. He was born in Lancaster, New Hampshire, USA on the 29th of August 1956. And as predicted, his parents Merle Allin Sr. and Arleta Gunther, along with his younger brother Merle Jr. lived in a log cabin with no running water and electricity, and to top it all off, Merle Sr. was the type of man that was known to be "unstable" to put it mildly. This trait inevitably passed on to young GG, who was put into a special education class and severely bullied due to his nonconformity stance. Only after their parents' divorce, Allin's legal name was changed by his mother to Kevin Michael Allin, but his other name, "Jeje" as his brother pronounced, was kept as his nickname, ultimately evolved to GG.

 

            And this effectively turned Allin into the man that he was, but I'll save that for later. Allin had always had fascination for rock music, especially due to his musical influences being mostly British Invasion bands from the 1960s. He also idolized the country music star Hank Williams, but not until one Alice Cooper arrived and cemented his influence on Allin's overall sound. Surprisingly enough, Allin didn't start as a vocalist, rather as a drummer. He did this while forming his first band with his brother Merle no less named Little Sister's Date, but that band only lasted a little over a year. From then on, Allin went on to join (and founded) several bands, like The Jabbers, Scumfucs, and the last one at the time of his death, The Murder Junkies. At this point, his main instrument was his vocals. He was not interested in breaking out to the mainstream, as he became the household name in the underground hardcore punk scene.

 

            Perhaps his prime era was also considered as his most violent era, as during the mid 1980s, he practically abused anything and everything everyone threw at him. On top of that, he held a strong misanthropist, anti-authoritarian, non-conformist, and anarchist stance. On one occasion, he proclaimed himself as "the last true rock n' roller", as per his stance that rock music in general is a personification or rebellious attitude. Let's do a breakdown about a typical GG Allin live show. Allin's choice of attire (or lack thereof) is a white jockstrap, a leather jacket, and sometimes accompanied with a pair of sunglasses. Hell, most of the time he would show up buck naked. It started normally for one or two songs, once the show reached the third or fourth song, all hell would break loose, partly because of Allin's tendency to go out of control and start punching his own fans and in some extend, himself (he hit his head repeatedly with a microphone until he bleeds out of his head), but mostly for his drunken state and his nasty habit of SHITTING HIMSELF IN FRONT OF HIS OWN AUDIENCE. Not only that, but the sick bastard also went as far as either (don't read this while eating) eating his own discharge, or threw them to the concertgoers, with all of those INCREDIBELY NASTY SMELL. The way he did this is to ingest a copious amount of laxative before he entered the stage. Other crazy antics he did also including shoving things (mostly his microphone) up his ass and causing millions of US Dollars in damages.

 

            Allin was also have a knack with suicide threats. It all started somewhere in 1989, where Allin stated that he would commit suicide during one of his shows at Halloween, but the plan never came to fruition, as he would end up arrested instead. Hell, one of those arrests even landed him in prison in late 1989 for "assault with intent to do great bodily harm less than murder" of a female acquaintance in Ann Arbor, Michigan, but later reduced to a felony assault charge after a plea deal. He was imprisoned from Christmas Day of 1989 to 26 March 1991. But instead of reporting to parole, he went straight back to touring. And during his imprisonment, he wrote his essay titled The GG Allin Manifesto.

 

            This punk rocker arrived with a bang, and he departed with a bang. The day was 27th June 1993. The place where it all happened was a small club called The Gas Station at 194 East 2nd Street in Manhattan, New York. It was a typical GG Allin and the Murder Junkies show, with all of those chaotic antics by the shock rocker. After just three songs, the show ended in a chaotic fashion when a brawl broke out, and a totally intoxicated Allin then went out leading his fans into the neighborhood. He then crashed into his friend Johnny Puke's apartment and continued to party along with everyone else. During that time, Allin ingested a heavy dose of heroin. It was too much that he overdosed on it and fell unconscious. On 28 June, when morning came, and Puke noticed Allin's body still in his apartment, already dead due to his overdose the night prior. He was 36 years of age. His funeral became something of a low-level party, as mourners gather around with alcohol and various audio devices, blasting his songs while Allin's bloating corpse was lying in a casket, unwashed and still reeking of human turd. GG Allin was finally laid to rest on 3rd July 1993, in Littleton, New Hampshire. Even still, Allin's gravesite had become something of a pilgrimage site of all hardcore punk aficionados, with his gravestone desecrated on a daily basis as an act of "respect" like GG himself would have wanted it.

 

            In short, Kevin Michael "GG" Allin was a punk rocker like no other. Musicians of his caliber might not be famous for his sound quality, or his poetic lyrics, but one thing is for sure, that he shaped the landscape of hardcore rock n' roll to be the thing that it is today, even though all it took to get to this point was someone flinging shit onto each other while at the same time punching others in the face. GG Allin was a wild man, and he demanded us to remember him that way.

Ricers: The Black sheep of Petrol heads

 Car culture, just another thing that I follow alongside motorsport in general. Me being a car fan in the first place actually stems from motorsport. When you talk motorsports, you talk about the cars or bikes that race each other at speeds of over 320kph (200mph). You might talk about advanced engineering, technology, aerodynamics, safety, handling, and the sheer brutality of those machineries. It's the adrenaline that hooked me up with this culture. The sensation of driving as fast as humanly possible, while still have to maintain a level head going at those speeds. 

 

            Consequently, as a result of a thriving car culture, car owners resorted to modify their cars to a specific purpose, depending on its usage on the road. And these modifications are done with three things in mind: practicality, usage, and purpose. Take a look at the differences when building either an off-road car or a drag racing car. For the former, you want high ground clearance, four-wheel drive, good set of suspension kits, and precise handling. For the latter however, all you need is raw power and fast accelerations down the line. Every build is tailor-made and none of those builds are one and the same. Each and every car is meticulously tuned and adjusted to the preferences of its driver.

 

            But there are some of them who are also part of the culture who don't modify their cars to suit all of the above, instead focusing only on exterior appearances of their cars, and those guys are called "ricers". The term "RICE" in relation to the car modification culture is actually an acronym for "Race Inspired Cosmetic Enhancements". As the name suggests, these guys are modifying their cars for the purpose of making that car to look like a race car, but in reality, it's more like anything but one. The polar opposite of this particular build is the one called a "sleeper". These cars are high performance cars with unassuming looks. It is possible that a sleeper could take its form of a sedan, or even an estate car or a minivan of some sort. Those who are labeled as a 'ricer' is that one guy who puts so much aftermarket parts to the point of rendering his own car unrecognizable. Think about a Honda Civic EK9 fitted with a massive exhaust and cheap aftermarket body kit made of plastic.

 

            It's fairly easy to spot a ricer in a crowd of car enthusiasts. They are mostly drive Japanese cars, mostly either a Honda, a Mitsubishi, a Toyota, and a Nissan, with most of the vehicles being either a front-wheel drive, a car with automatic transmission, or the combination of both. But these days, even European or American manufacturers are not spared from a ricer's treatment. As per what I said, it's easy to find a ricer by looking out for a car that has flashy paint job, stickers plastered all over the place, big aftermarket body kits, hood scoop bigger than it should be, lots or fake air vents which mostly done with chicken wires, big spoilers or rear wings that serves no purpose at all, a pair of Lamborghini-esque scissor doors, big and loud "fart can" exhausts, lowered suspension kits to the point of the actual body kit to touch the ground, and an extreme amount of negative cambers, not to mention other cosmetics like a full sound system designed to put everyone within the radius of a kilometer on permanent deafness. Seems like these guys got their influence by watching The Fast and The Furious movies too many times than they can recall. These cars are designed as the "all show, no go" cars with emphasis of flashy exteriors.

 

            Ricers have a nasty habit of overestimating their own ricemobile's performance capabilities. And this is reflected by their tendencies to boast about all of their sense of styling (or lack thereof) and claiming that their cars would actually beat a top of the range supercar. And they sure love the attention they get, even in the expense of their own unrecognizable turd box of a car, or their severe ignorance on how to properly modify a car in the first place. The reality of the matter is these "ricers" are nothing more than a disgrace of the car community.

 

            To put things into perspective, tuners modify their cars to enhance the performance, and usually prefer little to no exterior modification, aside for aerodynamic purposes. Most tuners would maximize the horsepower, handling capabilities, and safety features to suit their purposes of creating a high-performance vehicle. Ricers on the other hand, are deluded to thinking that by slapping some stickers and some aftermarket logos would make their mule-powered rickshaw faster with only standard engine and parts. Tuners also take weight-saving seriously, as excessive weight inside a car can only lead to reduced performance. Ricers don't see this as a problem, by putting massive subwoofers and audio systems, which in turn, slow their cars even more. Hell, a mere sticker when being put on a car could cause the car to gain even a milligram of weight. If you watch any car meet videos or have been to one yourself, there are some demonstrations of some stunts like burnouts, drifts, quarter mile drag race, and the like. These are done by specially trained drivers on closed roads. While ricers, due to their attention complex, always down to do those dangerous stunts on open parking spaces, even open roads. And the results are sometimes either comedic or catastrophic. Doing an excessive burnout on a front-wheel drive car with its nose on the wall? Congratulations, you have blown your engine. You want to test your luck on a drag strip? that soapbox must have been so slow, a snail would beat you to the line. You want to test your drifting skill with that stock wheels with excessive weight? You'll just turning around in circles. 

 

            In short, ricers are nothing but deluded individuals who think that by putting on excessive stickers, cheap aftermarket body parts, a larger-than-life exhaust, and big audio system would actually enhance their car's performance features, when in reality, they are turning their daily drives into a big pile of brick wall with the pace of an old snail. It's not going to go any faster, nor it would be the safest vessel of transportation. In the end, these ricers instead built a deathtrap with excessive weight on it.