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- ▼ June 2010 (64)
Tuesday, June 15
7:28 AM | Posted by HottyRotty
Seola breaks down Tila's "open letter" to the haters:
Tila’s claims of how angelic she is, while bashing the haters has taken an ironic turn as she blogged about a “hater” in Iowa. Of course, it starts with “bumfuck Iowa” – if you’ve been to Iowa – it all is bumfuck. Not knocking Iowa, I come from nearly the border of Iowa in Missouri. In fact, some people prefer not to live in cesspools like Hollywood. Just because we don’t care to pack 19844 people into a 20 story apartment complex doesn’t mean anything except we like (and can afford) space. That said, living in a building with sex offenders… I wasn’t aware that any one person had the ability to kick people out at will when you don’t own a building. Anything wrong with apartments? Not at all. Unless you consider the irony that Tila herself lives in an apartment, while bashing someone living in an apartment.
Let’s break down her stupidity, shall we?
“I Address The Haters, that Underestimate Us, then Ride Up On Em Like Escalators”
I admit it. I do underestimate you – just when I thought you couldn’t get any dumber or childish – you fake suicide, fake arm scratches then cry about it. Then tell people not to worry. Then get busted by the cops. I just can’t wait for the next circus to catch you again. When your life *might* (I say might because we did not believe you, and we were right, but hey, we’ll take the 1% chance) be in danger, the dumbass army begged you to Tweet you were okay. Except it was us jellis haterz who sprung into action, calling the police and recovery centers to get to you, to make sure you were alright. Gee Tila (obligatory wave and a flipping the bird, fuck you), it was us who did that – not your dumbass army, who not only acted like they were worried, but defended your actions of wasting police reports and bandwidth that could have been used much better – say by showing some idiot in China an lolcat. At least that would have been amusing. As for us being like escalators – thanks for the compliment. I do have multiple heights I climb effortlessly, and always end up on top. You however, are a nasty piece of gum, stuck to a pipe cover in the floor of a club that caters to skanks, sluts and all around tunnel puss-rats.
“Look Up In The Sky, It's a Bird, It's a Plane / Hell Nah, It's "SuperWonder Tila" Runnin' Game”
Runnin’ Game eh? So you admit that you are lying to everyone for your little game? I get it. Funny. Really funny. (insert John Travolta Grease laugh here… ah ha ah ha ha ha.)
“There is something that has to be said, about people, or a certain group of individuals, that have dedicated their lives to terrorize others, or to spew hatred, or some of the wickedest evilest things I have ever seen wished on a human being.”
Yes there is. It’s called Tila and her army. Tila has spouted hatred and death threats against the Johnsons, Hiltons, Bijou Phillips, Lohan, Perez and her haters, to name a few. She has, if you will, stooped to “our level” by calling out a hater. Because you know –it’s like it’s so nice and sunshiny to go on about one of her haters for several paragraphs, because she tries to say “with all due respect” first. I’ve seen Tila threaten to “cut a bitch” (maybe she meant herself?), and with the irony in this very post, seen her bash on a “hater”. Hey Tila, I’m a married mother of 2, soon to be 3 – with my own business, working on a college degree, own my house, two cars, two dogs and an IQ of 148. I qualified for MENSA before I realized how stuck up and hoity toity the people are, that they need a club (Tila army much?) to praise how great they are. I have a sex offender on my street, because the city could care less, as long as he doesn’t live next to a school. Maybe it’s cool to do a lynch mob to get people to move, but in reality – 85% of people living in a suburban setting live within 8 blocks of a sex offender. In fact, based on the address you are living at, you have not only several within spitting distance, but 17 within 5 miles. Does that define you? By your logic, I suppose you are the nasty skank because you live close to one? Of course, we all know that’s not the defining reason Tila is a skank – she is because she’s had so much jizz inside her, the sperm bank called for a loan.
“There is something to be said about this new world we’re living in, where people feel that since they have anonymity behind a computer keyboard, that they can let out all of their life’s angers and frustrations on complete strangers, celebrity or otherwise.”
You know, Mr. Google told you who we all were. We are shaking so hard that you know who we are.. wait – you said anonymity? So you are saying you don’t know who we are? Did Mr. Google not like his blowjob or did your knees finally blow out before he finished and you didn’t get our names?
“There is something to be said about people who wish sssoooo bad to gain fame, that they do so by defaming my name.. In hopes I might mention their retarded blog that is nothing but knock-offs of mine. Or hoping I might mention their names or their twitter pages, so they can finally get their precious 42 followers.”
I, like most of the jellis haterz, have no desire for fame. We aren’t defaming your name, you are – and it’s not even your real name. Irony defined here kids. Take notes – “knockoff blog” – except Tila has the exact same tags, exact same colors, exact same slogan as Perez, and STILL cannot get advertisers. Don’t be jealous that the Rot Spot beats out your blog – YOU provide our material. We just report it. And guess what? We have exclusives! How’s the Onion treating ya?
“There is something to be said about those who lack their own ambitions and goals, only to make their ambitions and goals to take down others.”
I have plenty of ambitions and goals, but we’ll not delve into that here. What I will say, is that my other goal IS to take Tila down. You see, when a nasty skank ho like Tila (who by the way, knows the blog is retarded apparently, even though she claims to never see it, or read what haters say, and is also supposed to be receiving that lolsuit any day now, I digress…) when a nasty skank ho like Tila makes fun of rape, and you’ve been raped – it pisses you off. When you spend 4 years battling severe endometriosis, suffer 5 real miscarriages and she makes a joke of it – it pisses you off. When her worst story of childhood is having to work in a flea market and you’ve seen more horrors than any other human should – it pisses you off. And now that you’ve made fun of people with Dissociative Identity Disorder – DID - (even though Tila likes to say Multiple Personality.. they do not use that term any longer), fake cut yourself and trash your own place – it pisses people off who have seriously blacked out and done things they don’t know about. It pisses off people who know people who have committed suicide or have tried to. It’s not funny. None of that shit should EVER be used to create press or attention for any reason whatsoever. When you do – it pisses people off.
“Well, for all those people, since you don’t seem to know how the Soul, the Mind, and the Body works, let Mama T teach you children a little something… Now gather around boys and girls, it’s time for Kindergarten, since your parents clearly did not give you the necessary tools you need to better our world.”
Since you have shamed your parents so badly they refuse to have anything to do with you or care if you die, I really don’t think now is the time to try and play teacher of manners. Or did you want to show people how to rape a guy, eat pizza and tweet at the same time? Cause let me tell you something sweetie – I have great sex and when you have great sex – nothing else crosses your brain except your eyeballs. I’m sorry you are that bad at having sex, and that you are not good enough that you can’t even wake up a sleeping man with that tunnel you call a cooch – but normal people, yeah.. we have good sex and once we get started, our hands are on each other (because all hands, fingers and mouths are in use if you do it right) and my cooch ain’t so loose that my man doesn’t wake up if I sit on him as if there is nothing there.
“Ya see, your soul is just like your body. If you eat double cheeseburgers every day, eventually, your heart will be attacked. There is no way around it. And in the same token, if you keep spewing out venom, from your mind, your thoughts and your words… Your soul too will be attacked.”
So THAT’S how you got to be souless!!! I was wondering about that. I suppose experience does give her a few points up to teach this to us. I mean, her soul is so “attacked” it looks like Baghdad circa 2003. Some theories for DID (mind you, not a doctor, just presenting thoughts) are that people feel so extreme in their normal reality, these additional people manifest to deal with situations that the main persona cannot handle. Think Me, Myself and Irene without the dead cow, funny one liners or the albino. The giant dong is still there though. If we follow this theory – Jane manifested to kill Tila. So it’s really Tila that wanted to commit suicide, but Jane manifested because Tila didn’t have the guts to do something Tila herself wants to do.
“In other words, all this evil that surrounds these people, guess what… They are the ones who will lose. Because Mama T is still here!! And they are still nobody.”
One remark to this. It doesn’t matter if I’m famous in Hollywood, my children and husband think I’m a great somebody and THAT is all that matters in this world is family - you have none to care for you.
“As a matter of fact, you are somebody. You live in Bumfu*k Iowa, and you live in apartment buildings with registered sex offenders. You collect welfare checks and food stamps, so you can open up web pages designed to defame fair maidens. Yes, I know who you are. My people are already watching you and they know your every moves. They know who you’re talking to, they know what you say. And when the time is right, you will pay for your actions, for your terror, for your stalking of my life. This is beyond normal. This is a sign of the times we are living in, and I am afraid for our future if this is the product our children are becoming.”
You are about 2 minutes older than me Tila. Don’t be jealous that you haven’t had your money machine of a child off someone famous to sit around and collect welfare (welfare isn’t always from the government). For someone who has to wait around to go to FREE rehab because she’s flat ass broke – I really don’t think you should be talking about anyone taking handouts. I’m picking my nose and flinging boogers at you – can you see that dearie? Come on, tell me – what did I say on June 4th, 2010 and who did I say it to? If you are so on to us – you’ll be able to say it right away! It’s even sadder that people like you could possibly have a product of a child. By the way, our children are not products. We don’t sit on assembly lines, getting porked on one end, being fingered by doctors as we go down the line to pop out something at the end. You see, since no guy in their right mind will have a child with you, you don’t understand that. It takes blood, sweat, tears, worry, love, care – things you will never understand to raise a child. It’s “products” like you that corrupt them, making fun of rape and miscarriage – making false claims of DID and fake cuts on your arm to get pity. You know how much easier it would be to raise children if we didn’t have to explain why cunts like you exist? It would be so much nicer not to have to explain to them that some people are just that stupid, to pull the stunts you do and to direct them that it’s no way to live. That lying is plain stupid and never gets you anywhere. The thing is, with sluts and skanks – there are enough that even if we eradicate or reform one, another will be in your place. When you fade away in the next year or two, and my son will never have heard of you, when he’s a teenager – there’s another one, doing famewhore stunts and I will be the one to tell him to RUN RUN RUN FAR FAR AWAY FROM PSYCHO BITCHES!!! He’ll ask how I know, and I’ll tell him… if you knew Tila, and saw the things she did on a daily basis – then you know what gutter sluts look like. So I guess I could say thank you, for giving me experience on the exact kind of women I want my boys to not only stay away from, but RUN FAR FAR AWAY, screaming down the street away from any one like you. As a mother – you should feel really nasty and ashamed that there are women who will tell their sons to stay away from girls like you. No guy wants to bring you home to Mama. As a REAL Mama – I’d be have a Madea slap fit if my son brought home trash like you. And if a woman like you walked through my door, I’d make him throw a trash bag over your head and take you to the curb because that’s where women like you belong.
“Your mama would be proud.”
My mama is proud. I left a man who put his hands on me when I was pregnant with my first child, worked as a waitress at a fast food joint, went back to work 2 weeks after giving birth, was on WIC and I made my own way to get off WIC and Medicaid. I worked for everything I have. It wasn’t always easy, and it wasn’t always cheap, but I never had to hide in shame from my family like some gutterslut famewhores I know. Being on welfare and food stamps in this economy isn’t exactly taboo. Millions upon millions joined in the last 3 years – people who thought their lives were made just 5 years ago. While at the WIC office, yeah I saw morons with their kids wearing Gucci, diamonds and driving down in an Escalade. I showed up for my WIC checks in a 1994 Mercury Wagon. But I bought that car on my own. I made my way for my kids. And that’s certainly nothing you are going to make me feel ashamed of or for.
“So anyhow, keep spewing forth your venom. And you will find yourself even less happy in life than you already are. Just watch. Cause in the end, I’m not the one that’s going to lose. No, No, No… I’m definitely not one that’s going to lose. The Proof is in the pudding. Where am I? And where are they? They’re just upset that they’re stuck in their dead end jobs (if they even have one) and that I am a woman of ambitions, goals, and achievement. Yes, every goal I have set for myself in life, I have achieved, and there are many more to come.”
You’ve already lost babe. You’ve lost your friends, your family, and respect of fans who have become flabbergasted over your little stunts. You have a whopping 4 people in your little army ready to defend you. I have more than that living in my house! Where are you? I’d say standing on the corner of Skank Street and Slut Drive, whoring yourself out any way you can. Where am I? In a loving marriage (6 years next month), wonderful kids, beautiful dogs, a 52” flat screen LCD, running my own business, working on my degree standing on Up and Coming St. and Happy Road. Hey, don’t get all mad – you asked. What goals have you achieved? Hmm… killing off your fiancé, going to Australia writhing on the floor while supposedly bleeding profusely from a miscarriage, denting your head at night and cutting yourself while NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU enough to take you to the hospital. When you “dented your head”, who could you call to help you? The ambulance and a paparazzo.
“These people, can’t do anything without me. If I did not exist, they would have nothing to talk about, no website to bash me with, and no ambition for anything. The 80% of their lives that’s dedicated to hatred, towards me, would be empty and devoid. The other 20%, they eat, shi* and sleep. Take away the 80% that is me, and all they will be left with, is hanging out with their registered sex offender neighbors. I would hate me too!!!!”
No, you got your math all wrong – 100% of my hatred goes towards you. Because you are the one that causes it, so you deserve it. You see, while I sit her writing on a new laptop, watching my nice TV, having my husband laugh over my shoulder at your stupidity – you are sitting there with some pills, a trashed bedroom (that given the empty bottles and trash on the floor cannot have been nice before you faked all this) and NO FRIENDS OR FAMILY. You see, not everything in life is about how much you can get the media to talk about you. Real people care about those they surround themselves with. Yeah, you say that only jealous people hate on others? Well you spent all this time hating on us – how jealous are you? So jealous you can’t see straight. So jealous, you pop pills to make yourself feel better. So jealous, that when people stop talking about you, you cry and make up some fake drama in life just so those 4 people can say they care about you. Us “little people” don’t need to be reassured by strangers that someone cares for us.
“So with that said, I need not devote anymore energy to these filthy individuals. I pray that God bless your soul, and show you a way to true life, because life is too short to waste it on hating people you don’t know. Life is too short to think evil is a true goal. Life is too short, to think Miss Tila is going to go.”
You will always devote energy to us haters. Without us, you are even less than nothing. You are a zero – with us, you are a -17. You say life is too short to spend hating, but you mention us haters at the rate of 10 to 1 over your fans. Without us, NO ONE would be watching you. And without us, you’d have nothing to spend your time on and realize how pathetic your life is. Without us, you’d have to step up and realize how lonely and nasty you are, how you wish you had a tenth of what we do in your life. And without us, NO ONE, would have sent cops to check up on you and catch you in your latest big drama lie. When we do fade away, as we slowly are because it’s fun, but real life happens – you will be left with yourself, your “addiction”, and a busted ass apartment, with no car, no friends, no family and no one to talk to. I say that’s the biggest tragedy of them all.
“I’m still here bitches”
Yeah, and? I’m still here too. Wait, am I? Or am I a figment of Jane’s imagination? Oh wait, yeah – you’ll never leave because if you leave Twitter or your asinine blog, you’ll have absolutely nothing left.
“Love, and only Love,”
Does best Tila voice – “And I mean that for you, because it doesn’t apply to me cause Imma cut these bitches and hate on haters.”
Now dammit, last night you said it’s Tila Fucking Tequila – who are you today?
Thank you Seola for the guest post :)