Model Jessica Plyler…LIVE on the Bad Side!


April 22nd, 2011

9PM

Bad Side…LIVE

Join Tyler as he welcomes in to the C.I.C, model Jessica Plyler!  Jessica will be in to talk about her modeling career, what she aspires to do in the future and her recent participation in the Hooters Bikini Contest.  Questions from the fans are welcome.  Just call 1-661-349-9255.  Live, Friday night (April 22nd) and only on http://www.talkradiox.com.

The Transformation of Mark Halburn


Or…how to accomplish nothing in an entire summer.

I have just run across some incredible footage of a new work out program that has transformed one of the more sedentary of men into a war machine.  It’s incredible what this one day work out has done for the man we all know and love (to hate) as Mark Halburn.

First off, a little cardio.  Mark says;

“Whew.  They said feel the burn but they didn’t say it’ll feel this greasy dew and never warned me about the smell.  I better do some lifting.”

And so began the clean and jerk.

Lets check in with Mark to see how he is doin.

“Clean and jerk?  I thought it was jerk and clean…and this isn’t how I do this at home.”

Well, I guess we should move on.  Perhaps something a little more controlled.  Easier, if you will.  Oh look, he has found his way over to the crossover cable machine!

How’s it going Mark?

“Onnnnnee….::puff::  Onnnneeee…::puff:: Whew.  Oneeeeee….::puff…snap::  Oh oh, I think I just pulled a hammy.  Damn that Scott Edwards!”

Wow.  maybe we should let mark continue his work out in peace.

And that we did.  So how did Mark fair in his workout’s, which he started last year?  Well, lets take a walk through the event known as Homecoming and find out how he did.  I heard he would be here covering the event.

Oh look, there he is now!  Let’s see how Mark has transfo…oh.

Guess you can’t win em all.  Let’s see if we can get close enough and ask what had happened.

“What do you mean I can’t do that, officer?!  I am most certainly allowed to take pictures of the little girls.  Look at my press pass!”

Oh oh.  This doesn’t look good.  Let us just forget the entire thing and just promote something that really works….when you put your mind to it.

And thus, I continue on with my tour.

Thank you…ATLANTA!

::crowd roars::

Exercise photo credits: Mark Halburn

Some guy in a white shirt and cop photo credit: Phantom Photog

Exposing The Publisher #6


In this hard hitting series of Exposing The Publisher, number six focuses on a recent story that was the “top headline” story of the day that ran for two days during the week of the 4th. First, it should be noted that The Publisher over at Putnam(Omitted).com never dates his articles. This fact plays an important part in the following expose’.

Oh yeah, I call this one ” I kain’t stand da noise!”

MAYOR EDWARDS ADMITS ZONING DOESN’T CHANGE NOISE IMPACT

“For months, Hurricane Mayor Scott D. Edwards has told neighbors of the Walmart that to get the city to order the retailer to build a sound wall that they must change their zoning to residential.”

Actually, to be honest, it doesn’t matter what the zoning is. Changing the zoning permits won’t force Walmart or any other business to build any sort of sound wall or plant trees. A study would have to be done to see if the noise emitted, the distance sound waves travel and the actual decibel levels, effect any sound waves have on neighboring dwellings, would warrant the need of sound protection. One man complaining constantly about ambient noise (lets face it, we all have seen the video, it’s just ambient noise) does not make a study on sound wave effects.

“The neighbors have accurately said that zoning has no impact on noise levels and that the fast-talking Edwards has been throwing up a false argument to protect his pet project.”

What? I don’t even understand this statement as far as an argument in The Publishers favor. I just got done saying zoning doesn’t make a difference. The way he stated this line makes one wonder if he is crazy because it comes across as him stating an obvious; that something on paper (zoning) doesn’t effect something of a physical nature (travel of sound waves). Really, is he crazy or did I just read that that wrong way?

“As he has used the lame argument to stall the sound wall, Edwards has had council members and other politicians buying his rhetoric, including C. Brian Ellis and West Virginia State Senator W. “Mike” Hall. All along, Edwards has refused to provide any scientific evidence or statements from sound engineers that zoning has any impact on sound waves.”

“Of course, anyone with common sense knows that the reason Edwards never produced any evidence or sound engineer opinions is that there isn’t any.”

Those last two paragraphs/lines are more rhetoric than Edwards has ever let slip from his lips. Seriously. In a vain attempt to make himself sound sane, The Publisher uses his opinionated desperation to once again, disparage the Mayor.

“Now, Putnam(Omitted).com has a recording of Edwards admitting that the zoning has no impact on sound waves.”

Of course he does because The Publisher calls Mayor Edwards at least 4-5 times a week to complain about this or that. I have no doubt that this is one statement that is actually true.

“There’s no difference,” says Edwards. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Of course he doesn’t want to talk about it with The Publisher…he’s sick of talking about it! Matter of fact, there is nothing to talk about! It’s just The Publisher ranting hysterically. Who wants to deal with that, other than the now famous Trash Bloggers Alliance.

“Now that Edwards has finally spoken the truth on the issue, it remains to be seen if Hurricane City Council members will stand up To Edwards and take care of the more than 20 residents that endure the excessive noise from Walmart traffic on a daily basis.”

Edwards has always told the truth. He even admitted that yes, the zoning was changed years ago to simply fit the needs of Hurricane as it grew and evolved. Not to mention the fact that this is a NORMAL course of city evolution. Edwards doesn’t need to be challenged by people that support him. He needs to have a security detail thought because The Publishers obsession with calling the Mayor as much as he does, borders on the creepy.

“Edwards has promised that if a commercial offer were to be made on the neighbor’s homes that the city would gladly re-change the zoning back to commercial again. But he has a credibility problem about his statements and promises.”

Wait a second. Didn’t The Publisher just state in his opening line something about changing it back to residential? Let us check, shall we? To save you the scroll back effort, I’ll re-quote; “…to get the city to order the retailer to build a sound wall that they must change their zoning to residential.” Seriously? This guy calls himself a Publisher, says he has an editing team and calls this a legitimate business and he lets this make final copy? By this point, any reader that is not in the know about this guy is going to look at this as complete tripe and hit the X button in the upper right corner. What really kills me is he flip flops back in the next points. God, this guy is worse than John Kerry in his flip floppy decisions.

“Neighbors of the Walmart don’t want to change the zoning for two reasons:

Realtors have advised them that keeping the commercial zoning will make it easier to sell their homes.

Neighbors of the Walmart don’t trust Edwards after he promised to enforce the City of Hurricane noise ordinance during the July 2nd, 2007 city council meeting, then failed to keep that promise, instead going to court to have the ordinance nullified.

The Walmart neighbors have lived in their neighborhood for decades, up to 40 years. They have endured excessive construction and traffic noise for up to four years. About 15 lawsuits have been filed over construction blasting and construction noise simply because Edwards and the City of Hurricane have failed to enforce its noise ordinance as well as common sense and decency for its longtime citizens.”

Ok, lets tackle these one bullet point at a time.

Point #1: Of course realtors have suggested the zoning stay commercial (though as of this moment, based on this article, we are unsure what the zoning actually is) as it can bring a bigger payday. However, it won’t make things easier to sell. Based on a personal opinion here with the current direction of the economy (we are headed into the worst depression since the 20’s) there isn’t going to be a lot of commercial property changing hands in the near future in many places, much less Hurricane, WV.

Point #2: The only “neighbor” that doesn’t trust Mayor Edwards is The Publisher. But he’s not going to tell you that. He makes these blank statements so that if another Edwards hater happens to be linked to the article, he’ll get a misleading representation to add fuel to the fire. It’s a crock statement.

Point #3: More smoke. Those 15 lawsuits? All filed by The Publisher over the course of the last 3-4 years. Again, omitting the whole truth is unethical. And I will state again, there is a reasonable amount of evolution going on here. There are but a few neighbors still on Grace Drive and one of them is a huge salvage yard or whatever it is. Things have changed. Evolution has come to that part of Hurricane and The Publisher is doing nothing to better his position by complaining and demanding. He better be careful because ever since The New London, CT incident (the start of it) there is something called Eminent Domain. He’ll never get the $350,000 he is asking and Hurricane has plenty of time to wait him out before they hand him Eminent Domain papers and a check for what the property is actually worth.

“Edwards is a member of the Putnam County Development Authority Board of Directors which put together the Walmart project and served as a non-elected Hurricane City Council Member when the Walmart was planned. He was elected mayor in 2007 in a disputed election that included a decisive ballot box with unsealed envelopes.”

The Publishers version of the Florida “Chad” incident.

“Putnam(Omitted).com has reported that the City of Hurricane changed the zoning without the neighbor’s knowledge or permission, up to four decades after they bought their homes.”

Again, this is now harping, not reporting and again, it’s called city evolution.

“Meanwhile, Edwards refuses to put the Walmart sound wall and trees on the city council agenda, preventing a vote on the matter. When asked why, after the June meeting, he simply said, “because I don’t want to.” This means one man, the mayor, is preventing an entire neighborhood from having peace and quiet, something he enjoys every day-in his neighborhood across town from the Walmart.”

Ha! I love how he says “one man” in that statement. Why? Because it’s one man behind all this bullshit we are exposing now. The Publisher. He is “speaking” for all the residents. The only resident that complains is him. The only resident that hates Mayor Edwards is him. The Publisher. I’d also like to point out that The Publisher once again lied. He says Mayor Edwards enjoys his quiet in his neighborhood across town. I beg to differ. he can hear the caterwauling of The Publisher from his house every day.

“Putnam(Omitted).com used to publish a daily diary chronicling the daily excessive noise. However, we pulled it after Edwards’ supporters and Walmart supporters harassed this publisher and family members.”

Bullshit. It’s still up there. He just doesn’t make public the link for fear of one person. Your’s truly. Between myself and the commenter’s to this blog site making light of his lies and incessant bitching, he can’t stand it so he only allows it to be seen when he is all bent out of shape over something Walmart related. As it is, his latest effort is only updated through June 25th and that was released all at once. So it’s still pure BS and a crock.

“Councilman Ellis looked stunned when Putnam(Omitted).com informed him of Edwards’ admission, and councilwoman Lana Call says “The city can’t afford it,” while ducking the real issue of the city forcing disruptive businesses to endure the cost of sound walls.”

I happen to agree with Lana Call here. Of course the city can’t afford it. They have had to endure not only the down economy but the lawsuit wrath of The Publisher. That costs time, money and effort and each one (I know he has admitted to the 15 as stated in this piece earlier but there have been dozens more…all unsuccessful but disruptive none the least) adds to the time it will take to make a recovery.

Now.

Remember I said to pay attention to the fact that The Publisher never dates his stuff? Well, if you take out the last two lines of this story, you will find that this “article” was posted several months or even years ago. I know I read this entire piece about a year and a half ago when we first were turned on to the antics of The Publisher. Of course, he will call me a liar because there are no dates on said article. That doesn’t prove I am a liar, it proves he is unethical by deceiving the readers with old posts and added lines or changed facts when he has been called out.

As an added note here regarding this article, I have been invited by the Mayor or Hurricane himself to (at some point of my convenience) to give him a call. I am sure Mr. Edwards will be happy to put some truth behind the spin job that we have just exposed.

“Hey Mark? Hunt This.”


On May 12th or so, Mark Halburn shut down his WalBlog for a 3rd, uhh…4th, no I think 5th time.  This time though, it seemed serious.  No taunt that he had taken it down.  Just…gone.  Yet, we here at Trash Bloggers Alliance did not claim any victory.  We all knew that it would either be back later on (when the dust settled) or that it would have a new URL link.

Eventually, Mark challenged us to find it.  Well, we didn’t really care to.  Why dig up something we want buried?  Well, as luck would have it, earlier this week, while crawling through the Internet, I happened upon a Facebook page.  On this page was one, lonely follower.  That page led me to Mark’s new link to his WalBlog!

Note: I’d like to point out that I was not the only one that found this.  Others have to.  But we aren’t sharing the link.  The reason?  It’s in the posts.  Find out why on “May 16th”.

So why keep you in suspense.  Lets get right to it!

*****

May 13th, 2010: Some moron sets off his car alarm at 10:24 p.m., waking our toddler. He’s probably one of the idiotic fans of the trash bloggers. “

My Response: Yeah, he probably is. Thanks for keeping us in your heart, Mark, even when you had your blog hidden. By the way, I’d just like to say I have been sitting on this for a few days (since the 16th) and I have to say what follows from Mark…are all lies. Oh yeah, Mark? I know what woke your toddler. You waddling down the overstressed floorboards to fire up your computer to complain about a car alarm going off.

May 14th, 2010: Another moron with a car alarm pierces the night. This one lasts about 5 minutes. When I call the storte to complain, Assistant Manager Mary rudely hangs up on me. As we are sitting in our living room trying to watch television on a peaceful Friday night, rude Wally World customers speed up the hill in front of our home, accelerating, their engines to make it to the top, hitting the drainage grates at about 30 miles per hour, making excessive noise. Rude customers, rude managers, the Walmart way of doing business in a neighborhood! “

My Response: Ya know, I wanted to go through and look at last years ranting because I could swear he ranted about a car alarm around this time last year. But looking at his blog history, he stopped posting for a month and a half starting May 13th. He was all frustrated by the “attacks” last year. I can only imagine what he is going to do when he finds out we found his “hidden blog”. “What a maroon. What an ignoanimous. What a nincowpoop.”

Will you leave Mary alone?! She has better things to do than to be bothered with a phone call from the “raving idiot in the blue house” about something she has NO CONTROL OVER! Jesus H.

Question. Why are you still complaining about those grates? I have proven that they do not make that much noise. We even have video where you can hear a car drive across them and it’s not that loud. Wanna know why YOU, Mark, didn’t hear that in the video? Because it wasn’t that loud!

By the way. Here is how Walmart does business. It opens it’s doors, it allows people to drive to and from the store so they can shop at said store. Basic, cut and dry. What’s your problem with the way they do business? I think I may have stumbled upon the true reason you bitch, whine and moan about Walmart. YOU…didn’t think of the idea.

May 15th, 2010: I am awakened at 5:32 by a car roaring up Walmart’s hill. A rude awakening on a Saturday morning! Thank you Wally World and Silly Scotty! Later in the day, we try to enjoy our front yard, pulling the swing and patio chairs under the trees. But every few seconds, a car slams onto those stupid grates, not to mention the car alarm that some idiot sets off! My neighbors have guns. I am surprised they haven’t used them. “

My Response: I am a little surprised they have not used them either…on you! I hit the nail on the head with this one when I predicted what you would be ranting about. Mayor Edwards, car alarms, those silly grates. You are a walking Cathy Chatty doll, Mark. Pull the string and eventually it repeats everything in the same annoying way.

I’d also like to point out one thing that makes Mark look like an obvious liar and crazy person (other than paper work that actually says he is) and that’s the fact that “every few seconds” a car drives by to go to Walmart?

Fuck me that’s a hell of a business they got goin there! I want some of that action!

Alas, I hardly think it’s “every few seconds” that a car drives in or out. We’ve seen the video.

May 16th, 2010: The trash bloggers are having a hissy fit because I have moved this page to where they cannot find it. Meanwhile Facebook has pulled their trash parody page and two other trash pages have been yanked. One more to go and I will have pretty much disabled these idiots!”

My Response: LIE! See, this is why he hides his blog. NO ONE had any sort of fit that he had pulled his blog. Hell, that’s one of the goals! To get it removed. But, we knew it’s be back. That’s the beauty of the Internet. Stuff gets archived. It comes back to haunt you. So Mark goes off telling his “readers” about getting this pulled, or getting that pulled. He’s had nothing removed. What “trash parody page” was pulled? All Network Blogs are still up barring Lee’s original page. He didn’t renew his paid page and went with a free one. Or so I assume. PutnamLIES continues to steam along. We are still here at It’s A State Of Mind.

You think by hiding your blog and then telling lies about things that did not exist (these Facebook pages you spoke about), you are going to win? Excuse me a moment.

::clears his throat::

Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Whew. 30,000 comedians out of work, and fat boy thinks he’s funny. By the way, something I’d like to point out.

“…because I have moved this page to where they cannot find it.”

To that I’d like to say “FOUND IT!” Again, no hissy fits, no panic. We found it in less than a week because you are predictable and quite frankly, Google indexing is the shizzle. The best part? we didn’t have to hunt for it. The other best part? I’m not sharing the link with anyone. I visit by proxy so you won’t figure out who I am and the rest can get their blog updates….right fuckin here. Excuse me a moment.

::clears his throat::

Ahahahahahahahahahaheeheeheeahahahahahahahaheehee!

See Mark? You thought you were being the smartest man alive. You moved your blog in an attempt to stop us but what you have actually done is taken even more readers away from your site and sent them to mine.

Thank ya. Thank ya verah much.

Hollywood….has left the building.

May 17th, 2010: Just another day of excessive Walmart traffic noise!”

My Response: Ho hum.   Quick shout out to Mayor Edwards! S’up S to the E?

May 18th, 2010: At 6:55 a.m. a truck roaring out of Walmart’s parking lot wakes our toddler. People are so rude, and Walmart is so rude for not putting up a sound wall and trees like in other parts of the country. Why don’t they treat Hurricane citizens with the same respect as other Americans?”

My Response: I’ll tell ya why! Can I please!? Huh huh? Can I!? Screw you, I’m doing it anyway. The reason they don’t treat YOU like an American, Mark? Because you don’t act like one. You act more like one of the 20 million illegal immigrants in this country right now. Entitled to everything for nothing. Lets look at how much you are more like an illegal immigrant than an American citizen.

You moved here from another country. (Lets face it, California is technically another country.)

You married a US citizen to get past immigration laws. (I’m not sure who made the bigger mistake here. You or Doeds.)

You are unhealthy. (Like most illegal immigrants, you are sickly and spread disease.)

You suck our systems dry. (From the free food at live remotes and events to your bogus FOIA requests.)

You want everything handed to you. (From food, to TVs to government help.) For nothing.

You prey on innocent victims. (Much like the illegal immigrant criminals that kill, maim and rob our citizens.)

You use bullying tactics. (Much like illegal immigrants to get what they want.)

You weaken our education system. (Substitute teacher babysitter.)

The list could go on but I think that is more than enough to prove that you should not be treated like an American citizen…anywhere.

And ya know? I’ve been thinking a lot more about this sound wall or trees issue. Now, they may have put sound walls and trees up in other places, but not like you say they do Mark. Not everywhere else, as you would like people to believe. Yet, you want them to put one there? I ask, why should they? I mean, they usually put up sounds walls to protect neighborhoods that are butted up to the Walmart properties. However, you don’t live in a neighborhood. I mean, just look at the place. It’s dirt road with places that look more like dumps or businesses than anything else. Who wants to waste money on that by putting up a sound wall?

I sure wouldn’t.

******

There ya have it.  The few days we have missed while Mark tried to hide his WalBlog and spread some lies about the TBA.  Bad firm, sir, bad form.

To keep the status quo here, I’ll be posting these days on the May 2010 page so that you may comment there as well as here.  Obviously, Mark has the link directly to May 2010 and he doesn’t read anything else, at least not until prompted.  So eventually, he’ll get the clue.

Scratch that.  He’s going to get an E-mail when all is said and done.  After all, he’s still my marionette.

Dance puppet.

Link To May 2010

The Great White Shart


There was something in the air that morning. I could not place what it was, but I knew for sure it wasn’t the fog that was lingering in the valley I had camped in the night before. It was thick, to say the least, nearly clinging to tree branches at it’s thickest. It wasn’t that though.

I sniffed the air.

Yeah, there was something different about this morning. Maybe this would the day, I thought to myself. It had been just over a year since I had heard about the beast. I had heard the rants from a distance, seen the scrawlings of a mad monster. I had even seen pictures of the beast. Fleeting moments of him in his surroundings.

There was a sudden twig snap to my left. I threw my squinted gaze in that direction.

The sun had just barely made it’s way up over the valley mountains and shadows still plied long through trees and brush. Those shadows also played tricks on eyes as they tried to adjust. Fortunately, I had been up since well before day break, letting my eyes adjust well in advance. A squirrel chittered out from under a fallen pine branch. I let air out slowly. False alarm.

So, at this point you may be asking yourself, just what was I doing deep in woods of West Virginia so early in the morning? Well, today was the day I felt I had the best opportunity to see him in person. When I say him I mean the beast. I had heard this thing could wolf down an entire bucket of KFC chicken, leaving nothing but grease stains and a few bones, in under 2 minutes. The baying of the beast was legendary in this small city of Hurricane, WV and I wanted the opportunity to see it for myself.

I wanted to see the Great White Shart.

As I said, it all started just over a year ago. The Great White Shart story came across my desk on a rather lazy day. At first I got a chuckle out of it. A story of a manipulative beast with the ability to rant and rave for no reason at all. A slightly crazed demon that could eat an entire KFC out of business. Or run a Taco Bell actually South of the Border. His scrawlings were legendary, only in the fact that they were all baseless and out right lies. This only fueled the fire that this creature did not exist. But I asked myself, as others have, how can it not? How can this creature not exist and cause this much furor. It existed alright and that something in the air I felt? That was the feeling of being in the right place at the right time…or wrong, depending on how you looked at it.

Then it happened.

First there was the stench. I had been slowly creeping along to where I was told I may run across the Great White Shart. I figured I’d see evidence first. Strewn garbage laying haphazardly about. Mostly crumpled up legal documents with the letters “AEP” on them. Empty buckets of chicken. Things of that nature. Yet, no. It was the stench. It was a mix of Crisco, beef jerky and Diet Dr, Pepper, topped off with an odor of salty back and ass crack sweat. I mad a face. I couldn’t help it. My gut wrenched for a moment but before anything could project from my esophagus, I gnashed my teeth and fought off the feeling. I pressed on in the direction of the stench.

There was a loud roar.

My heart suddenly leapt into my throat, nearly choking me. A slight bit of fear made my knees lock up. A hand went to the smooth, cool bark of a tree to steady myself. I knew I was getting close. At this point there was no doubt about it. I had found the creature and was very close to his lair. The noise it made was incessant. Nearly non stop. How could ANYONE live near this, much less with this, was beyond me. Once I got my wits back, I pressed on and soon came to the edge of the woods. I lowered a branch and peered out.

“Dave? Will I dream?”

I have no idea why that HAL 9000 line just popped into my head at that very moment, but it did. The mind plays funny tricks that way.  Maybe it was because my gaze had fallen on something … Gods … something that was nearly indescribable. I was speechless. Frozen in a combination of disbelief and fear. After waiting for 12 long months, the planning, the preparation, the near non belief and the near cancellation of this very trip as being a waste of time. There it was.

The Great…White…Shart.

By the looks, I had caught him in his natural habitat. Worse yet, it was during feeding time. No wonder it stunk. My hands trembled with the Nikon camera I was holding but I knew I had to get a second shot. The first, no doubt, would have been blurry and out of focus. I snapped off a couple of more and was going to change positions when it suddenly looked up in my direction.

“Shit!”

Had it seen me?! It stood, belly hanging low over a pair of black JC Penny shorts and what in Gods name was protruding from it’s belly!? Was that…no….his belly button!? Or some misshapen offspring that never made it to the uterus of it’s mate? I had to gather the latter. I nearly heaved.

It was at this point that my story gets a little hazy. Indeed, in my effort to keep from hurling up last nights frank and beans, I had attracted the attention of the creature. It came rumbling towards me in a slow stutter step. I knew I could outrun the beast easily but the fear of it’s breath being unleashed in my face while spittle from it’s lips landed on the bridge of my nose and my own lips, was more than enough to send me in a head down sprint.

The low hanging tree branch was my undoing.

I woke up several hours later, having been saved by two fellow Trash Bloggers. They had relayed the story to me of what had happened. It was a close call, but the creature was distracted just long enough by a Walmart truck driver making a mistake and hitting the grates in front of it’s domicile too hard.

“That distraction probably saved your life”, said Mike. He then plopped my busted up camera on the bed I now propped myself up in. It was a mess. I looked up at Mike with a sad expression on my face. He smiled.

“Pictures are a little blurry, but they came out.”

“Whew.” I let out a sigh. My trip had not been in vain and I had survived my encounter…with the Great White Shart.

“Hollywood with a right cross…down goes Halburn!”


“Down goes Halburn!”

“Down goes Halburn!”

I’m inclined to believe that we all finally got to his sorry ass.  But I know he could not stand me calling him my marionette.   I tried to time those comments with his desire to post something and it was working.

Tybois and I were saying this won’t last long so no doubt he is just changing the URL again.  We’ll see.

Oh yeah, someone get the cut man.  This one looks bad.