I haven't spoken to him, but I saw Mr. Peters at a book signing for
Return to Tomorrow in Burbank over a year ago with
@Karzak and
@Indysolo. Peters was taking pictures with other fans there like he was some sort of star, and loving every minute of it. His motivations were pretty transparent in that moment.
That was before he had fired his remaining two neurons to piece together my real identity (those two remaining neurons being Robert Meyer Burnett and a finger of Knob Creek.) Peters was cruising the room, talking, it seemed, to everyone but our group. He was definitely getting off on being the "big man on campus" as it were, and if it hadn't been so amusing to behold - the big fish in a tiny pond - it would have been otherwise sickening. To this day I still wonder if he paid for that copy of Return to Tomorrow with donor funds.
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Where to begin?
Obviously I am roaring with laughter (again) at these latest revelations. As I mentioned to a friend earlier, seeing all this come to light, to know
"It's ok, you were right all along, even though the Axanar mob kept trying to shout you down all these years..." is from a personal perspective enormously validating. I'm of course still sympathetic to all the people who were scammed and who have lost out on this entire ordeal because of Alec's selfishness, greed, ineptitude and arrogant ambition, but I also hope this entire debacle has taught at least some of the more impassioned Axanar supporters that just because someone comes along and gives you your bread and circuses doesn't mean they aren't also the sneaky villains out to rob you.
You all know how I feel about Alec and Rob and their entire little pyramid scheme. I marvel at the idea that all those years ago when Peters had people vehemently defending him over the rumor he may have purchased a new car with donor funds (including Rob Burnett) and now we find he's cruising around town in a Lexus. Peters, his $38,000.00 salary for his self-appointed "full-time, 80 hours week" job
and he's driving a goddamn Lexus. BigJake, I hope that crow you're eating right now is delicious.
The shenanigans on Facebook, Twitter, Kickstarter, etc. ... none of this is new. This is how Peters has always been. This is the Alec who was, this is the Alec who is, this is the Alec who will be. His idiocy knows no end, his blind, furious arrogance knows to limit.
OF COURSE he is going to try to control the narrative of this mess, even now. There's a reason
@Squiggy 's
Downfall parodies are so hilarious - it's because they are more attuned to the true nature of Alec than he realizes, and all hyperbole and criticism aside, the one thing we can all agree one, the one skill this irredeemably parasitic flotsam and gaudy feeble-minded, flaccid mattress-soiling vulgarity has undeniably mastered is the art of denial.
(Like Starbuck told Apollo, "Everyone's got a skill...")
It has been a long road with all of this Axanar nonsense. It's been a tragic road (tragic in its
most minor sense mind you. Again - small pond) and we've seen a lot of people who should have known better get dragged along into it. We've also seen some people reveal their true natures, arguably the one most surprising being the unrelenting petulance and pathetic and intractable two-faced-ness of Robert Meyer Burnett, easily the one person still supporting Axanar and Alec who had the best shot at redeeming his career from this mess and whose blind rage and man-child Twitter rants and temper tantrums have likely soured that well for him. Personally, I don't give two shits about the bloated moron, he brought it on himself despite warnings from several of us, and oh yeah, he's the dipshit who outed me to Peters, who then proceeded to dox me last summer. Charming fella, that Rob Burnett.
No, this whole thing is a riot. Voltaire himself would not have been able to satirize this cartoon. Shit, Voltaire said it himself -
"I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: 'O Lord make my enemies ridiculous.' And God granted it."
Alec, Drunk Rob, Crysssssstal, Bawden, T-Mac, Diana Prime, David "No Dog," Slow Lane, (see, its really a cartoon) ... you are ridiculous. Utterly, pathetically, hopelessly ridiculous. And Alec, this last bit is for you:
I get that despite your own general inanity and low intelligence you probably won't understand this reference, but I'll make it anyway. In a way I feel most sorry for you. You clearly have some skill when interacting with people to be able to con them so cleverly out of their money and to make them believe your sincerity. Maybe that's why you hilariously believed you could be an actor. Maybe it's why you thought vomiting up a bunch of words on a couple of pages with gee whiz space battles and endless Mary Sue'ing yourself you could actually be a writer. But any actor and writer worth their salt knows that even MacBeth was smart enough and self-aware enough to tell his audience:
“I am in blood stepped in so far that should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o’er,”
i.e. "I've traveled this far down the river of blood, I might as well keep going."
When Klausner drops that gavel on your disloyal, infringing asses for the final time, declaring once and for all in California court of law that you're guilty as charged, and you're standing in that courtroom watching the lawyers from Loeb & Loeb congratulate the execs from CBS and Paramount, I'll be there too, sitting in the back, waving at you like this:
Ok, ok, that's not entirely true. It'll be more like this (minus the gun and cigar of course):
And even then, I know.
And I know you know.
And I know you know that I know:
Somewhere, deep in the dark empty recesses of your narcissistic personality disorder-riddled brain, deep down in that chasm of Time Lord "bigger on the inside" inflated ego wellspring, you're
still (still!) going to believe
none of this is your fault.
Even then, despite the fact that you're a narcissistic nostril-offending dreg of the Internet and a mean-spirited poltroon, rest assured that you have made enough enemies throughout this entire ordeal that we'll always be here to remind you of how completely wrong you are and have always been.
So! Enjoy these final moments of infamy. They're the closest you've ever come to actually earning anything in your life. And when these final moments are over, I look forward with the most delicious anticipation watching as you kindly fucking disappear off the face of this fandom whose goodwill, creativity, and spirit which you have so thoroughly poisoned with your shameless, greedy and ill-advised cash grab.