One thing after another. This week has been hand-delivered from Hell, it seems like. Actually, I got suspicious when I noticed the singed edges…
I still haven’t found a job, and I have had the floor yanked out from under me by a petty former boss…The same one who thinks the world is flat and things like gravity don’t exist. So now I don’t have the job that I was pretty much assured that I DID have. I understand people like that usually get what’s coming to them, it would be nice if I was innocently standing by when it happened. As innocently as I could manage, anyway.
My brother is an unmitigated ass. Y’know, there are some people who just shouldn’t fucking drink, period. For instance, when I get laminated the most I ever do is tell everybody in the room how much I love them before I go find a place to pass out. Usually far from traffic, if I can help it. Kevin (my little shit brother) just gets mean. He’s always been like this, though, I guess it’s just taken my 32 years to see it clearly. Whenever he drinks he always goes out of his way to prove he’s bigger, stronger, faster and funnier than a Hell’s Angel named “Big Al”. And always wakes up in traction wondering how the hell he got there. He has what I call “Convenient Memory”. That’s where he remembers someone kicking his ass, but seems to forget what it was he did to INSPIRE the said ass-whooping. I flew to
No kidding, it was like a time warp and we were back in the goddam orphanage. I was there for two days, and I regretted every second of them. On the last night, when Kevin went to sleep I just packed my bag, walked to a Bart station and slept in the Airport the rest of the day until my flight was called.
And to top it all off, guess what? The people I called “friends” have completely ripped off my website wholesale, pasted it on another URL and summarily kicked me out of the Silat organization I was in. All without one word to me. Ah great, the one thing missing from my day.
Check out my website at EMAA.US/Sunda
Now go to this address in another window: www.sundasilat.com
Compare the two.
SEE A SIMILARITY HERE??!?!
That’s my website. That’s my header. Those are my graphics. Those are my pictures.
THOSE ARE EVEN MY ARTICLES, WORD FOR WORD!!!!
Un.
Fucking.
Real.
In some pictures I have been replaced for something else. Look for a great shot of the guys standing on a railway platform, whatever THAT has to do with Silat. But in most I am still there, although that will probably change as soon as someone else does an original site.
So now, I am no longer Bobbe Edmonds of Sundanese Silat. For that matter, it has been a few years since I was Bobbe Edmonds of Mande Muda. So if anybody out there still has designs on getting in with the Sundanese Silat academy in Bandung through me, I guess you missed your chance. Right now, I don't even command a decent hand of Poker.
I can only assume that I murdered a busload of children, Nuns and kittens with a flamethrower in a former life to have earned this last week.
I’m laying off the Nazi beer for the rest of this week…It’s just too tempting. My head is already twitching like a government experiment gone horribly wrong.
17 comments:
Damn Bobee that sucks bro...were these your guys who plunged the knife in your back? If so FUCKEM'Em in spades..payback is a bitch! Does your Silat teacher know of this shite? I tell ya man there is no honor left anymore, hence my affiliation with the tried and true wood shampoo. Since leaving Pekiti I have dealt with these assholes as well...same shit different system same mindsets. As to your brother...I am sorry he doesn't get it...I had a best friend like that..he was 39 going on 19 and eventually ostracized everybody in his life..which led to his suicide...Son of a Bitch would show up on my door at 7 a.m. with a case of beer and then wonder why his life was shite!. Keep your chin up and drive on..remember YOUR BOBEE BOB..the man...then killa the late night woman thrilla....yeehaw....drive on!
Similiarity? No. Outright rip-off? YES. Contact their host and see if you can have the site taken down. After all, it's your intellectual property they have stolen.
As for your brother, been there. Only like michael b, it was a friend. 40 years old, and still living in the 70s. (and early 80s) Nice enough guy when sober and straight, which was rare, but not the guy I want around my children.
Can only send positive vibes your way and say "Keep going!"
The sad truth is you ain't anybody until you have been fucked over by the bottom feeders of the silat world, but at least you are in good company. :-D
The thing to remember though is that you are Bobbe Edmonds, one of the founding members of the League of Nonaligned Martial Artists, which is way kewler.
Sorry, Kid. Been there, experienced similar, doesn't really help, but we feel for you.
We're in the middle of our Sera seminar this weekend, sore, tired, like that, but I expect Todd and Tiel will offer their moral support when they get back to the land of electronica.
The story about your brother reminds me of a bumper sticker I saw yesterday on the way home: Jesus Loves You; Everybody Else Thinks You're an Asshole ...
Hand in there.
Er, "hang" in there ... Too early to be up ....
Bobbe-
Yep, that sucks all around man.
As Danger Mouse told Penfield, "Keep your pecker up!"
You have the League, KSMA and many many people that got your back.
If you need to chat give a holla.
Jay
Bobbe, have you talked to Bambang? Has he told you you're booted? My guess is Bernard has done a political end run to Bambang. Seen it before. They're jockeying for position and to cut you off. So they manuver the Guru without him realizing it due to language and cultural differences. He probably gave them some sort of blessing to do somesuch and they set it up to work out that way without him seeing the angle.
Call him!
In then end you know you'll always have our support.
Yes,the universe balances out and as for brothers, yes they're asses. Just because they're blood doesn't mean you can't be rid of them. You owe them nothing more than you would a freind. Why? Because you have to work at keeping/being a friend.
I still say a wood shampoo is in order!.....Bobbe do your own thing...you got the talent and the drive! Keep your chin up and as I always say "with friends like that your better off with enemies..at least you know whose side they stand"
Hi Bobbe,
I haven't had quite the experiences that you have had as of late...but similar enough that i can empathize. I am sorry to hear about your site...was pretty surprised that they ripped it clean and did nothing to alter it outside of changing afew pics. (Talk about stupid balls!) I like Jay's idea about getting them shut down.) If you want any help dropping them in a volcano, I am totally up for an educational trip to Hawaii. Jeanne says she'd help too. :-)
As for our discussion on you not being part of the Suwanda Silat or Sudanese Silat anymore... Please understand that they can kick you out of the organization but they can't take back any of the knowledge you have already gleaned from them. If they are going to treat you like this, Fuck'm. You don't need friends that are going to do this to you behind your back...or to your face, for that matter.
You're skills remain...your friends remain...it doesn't matter what you call your system of training, your students remain. As corny as it sounds...We stand by you.
-Chuck
PS: I have acess to a back hoe and 10 acres, or a pig farm...your choice of sites... :-)
Chuck is echoing some of the things we talked about as well.
Personally, I would take the hog lot....
No, no, we can't drop them in a volcano in Hawai'i. It's a National Park and you can't go throwing TRASH all over the place.
(Besides, the only one with suitably white-hot, burn-your-eyes-out-to-look-at, fresh magma at the bottom right now is fairly inaccessible.)
On the other hand, there are plenty of hungry crabs down there around the tide line... and my parents would put us up...
I was envisioning a drop from a helicopter...
But hey...crabs would be ok with me too. :-)
Besides, you observation about littering was an angle I hadn't thought about...good point.
Sorry to hear how things have been going for you Bobbie.
Your story reminds me of Lee Iacocca getting fired from FORD so he goes to work for Chrysler and he turned that company around.
There's something good coming your way, just around the corner. Hang in there so when it comes you can celebrate.
Peace.
My advice is free and worth every penny you pay for it...
1) Call the domain registrar and the hosting service. Use words like "my copyrighted work", "without permission", "lawyers, lawsuit, liability", "been made aware" and "shut them down, cancel their account, fuck them in the ass with a fourteen inch rusty spiked dildo and we'll say no more".
2) Bernard is five pounds in a three pound sack.
3) Get in touch with Bam by letter if necessary. At the very least he needs to know that you weren't blowing him off and that you don't have his phone number.
There's an old Hawaiian Lua tradition...
You get the malefactor good and drunk and stuffed with food at a party. On a signal a bunch of guys grab him and dislocate every joint in his body starting with the toes and ending with the spine. Then they put them all back in place and hold the funeral.
Everybody: Thank you, one and all. Your words mean more to me than I can adequately express, and I am grateful to all of you for your support and advice.
“A blessed thing it is for any man or woman to have a friend, one human soul whom we can trust utterly, who knows the best and worst of us, and who loves us in spite of all our faults. It is only the great hearted who can be true friends. The mean and cowardly can never know what true friendship means.””
----Charles Kingsley
Man, we were just talking about this weren't we?
I have been on my own for many years and it has been good for me. To thine own self be true. Those who know you , know what you do, how you do it, and know what you have done and what you shouldn't have done- but like you anyway- are your friends.
Keep on keepin on, you have my vote of confidence.
The Buzz man
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