<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:20:48.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DaTruth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-8847721394889584917</id><published>2008-10-14T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:56:22.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Must Attend Event of the Year</title><content type='html'>No, not really. I was looking at someone's Myspace page and came upon this rather peculiar digital "flyer" for a club night in Hollywood. It is apparently for Jenny Chu's birthday. Yes, the same one I deemed as &lt;a href="http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2006/12/yeah-okay.html"&gt;the stunt double for Shrek&lt;/a&gt;. And as is usually the case for intellectually challenged ("birds of a feather flock together"), there is a throng of "models" that are making a "guest appearance" at the club that night. Wow. What an opportunity to behold the beauty that these "models" possess. And all of them combining to create intellectual capacity that's LESS than a Sony PSP! Half of them look like fuckin mail order brides. I'm inclined to ask, "What do we get for $10.00? You love me long time? Sock it to you?" Most of them are no hotter or any better equipped in the mammary area than any plastic'd out Asian whore at an Asian-centric club in Hollywood any given night of the week. There are a few standouts, but those are the exception, not the rule. Have a look for yourself. Have a look at the titilating attractions to come. Boy, I can't wait! (yes, I say that with a certain level of fuckin sarcasm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SPWSxMoJOzI/AAAAAAAAANI/G1_16FLcEl0/s1600-h/appearances.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SPWSxMoJOzI/AAAAAAAAANI/G1_16FLcEl0/s400/appearances.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257269513925770034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-8847721394889584917?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/8847721394889584917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/8847721394889584917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2008/10/must-attend-event-of-year.html' title='The Must Attend Event of the Year'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SPWSxMoJOzI/AAAAAAAAANI/G1_16FLcEl0/s72-c/appearances.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-644196415851760152</id><published>2008-10-10T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:00:03.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SPAIjC-hgKI/AAAAAAAAANA/q_LCadzhvRk/s1600-h/artie+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SPAIjC-hgKI/AAAAAAAAANA/q_LCadzhvRk/s400/artie+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255710163328925858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SPAHUhlHeHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/zm4GzKHdQlw/s1600-h/artie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-644196415851760152?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/644196415851760152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/644196415851760152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2008/10/real.html' title='The Real...'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SPAIjC-hgKI/AAAAAAAAANA/q_LCadzhvRk/s72-c/artie+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-8230384410386867246</id><published>2008-10-04T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T02:01:10.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We, The People...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I usually go on about shitty parts, shady Chinese manufacturers and all those e-geniuses that pollute internet forums. Tonight, however, something much more serious and gloomy come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you may or may not know, the federal government passed the "bailout plan" for Wall St. Hundreds of billions of dollars have been approved to create liquidity in the market and take over bad mortgage based assets. Risky, speculative behavior has been rewarded. With OUR tax money, no less. Bottom line - assholes on Wall Street, fuckers who tried to make a fast buck by buying homes they can't afford and bad monetary policy by the Federal Reserve caused this rather fucked up situation and we are having to pay for it. And there's no assurance we'll see any of this money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you probably don't know about - because all public attention has been focused on the Wall St. crisis - there's been another multi-billion dollar loan program being rushed through the halls of Congress and the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;On September 24, 2008, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a $25 Billion loan package&lt;/span&gt; was passed by the US House of Representatives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On September 30, 2008, Bush signed a broad spending bill that includes $7.5 Billion to pay for this $25 Billion loan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Twenty-five BILLION dollars? What's this for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little background information. Back in 1980, Chrysler was on the verge of bankruptcy and Congress came to its aid with $1.5 Billion loan guarantee to Chrysler's creditors. Those $1.5 Billion dollars - equivalent to about $4 Billion in 2008 dollars - brought us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dodge Caravan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dodge Neon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plymouth Prowler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dodge Avenger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chrysler LeBaron&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Need I go on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gas prices are at historic highs, although it's not surprising&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The rest of the world has been paying exorbitantly high gas prices for far longer than we have and they've offered fuel efficient vehicles in their native markets for quite a while (more of this later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chrysler is already in the shithouse after Daimler dumped the Detroit company after realizing it was a bad merger. After getting dumped - and rightfully so - Chrysler can't stand on its own two feet so they are taken over by a private equity firm, Cerebus Capital Management&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GM and Ford, which have been sitting on their fucking fat asses peddling big SUVs and trucks to a dumb fuckin buying public in the US, is suddenly facing huge excess inventory and models that can't sell in a world where gas costs $4.00 a gallon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Foreign auto makers possess a competitive advantage in the US market because they have a good offering of compact vehicles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;See where I'm going with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The $25 Billion loan package signed by the White House is meant for the Detroit Big 3. It's ludicrous that tax payer money has to save companies that failed to manufacture products that didn't meet the needs of the market. If you make shitty products, guess what? No one's going to buy it. Even though the Hondas, Toyotas and BMWs of the world cost more, people would rather buy cars from these guys because the product is better (something I wish knuckleheads in the aftermarket would understand).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about GM. General Motors touting their "Employee Pricing" program is a big fucking joke. 100th anniversary? Nigga puhleeze. You look like you won't reach your 101st anniversary so you are blowing out existing inventory so you can sell cars to your dealers. But guess what? No one wants your crappy cars. Did you know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GM spends $3 Billion a year in advertising&lt;/span&gt;? They were the #4 US advertiser overall and #1 in the automotive segment. Did you catch their latest ad? The one featuring the Cadillac Escalade Hybrid? Are you fucking kidding me? The words "Escalade" and "Hybrid" shouldn't be used in the same sentence, let alone a model name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about Ford? Their old slogan was "Quality is Job 1." Would you agree? Have you seen the new Ford Focus? Have you seen those fucked up commercials for their Mercury vehicles? The Milan? The one with the hot chick? I'd fuck her, but I wouldn't buy a Ford car. And not too long ago, Ford announced they would modify some of their production lines so that they can start to produce the European spec Focus. Why didn't they do this in the first place? Why is it that Ford Europe and Ford Australia can make decent cars but the home team can't make a decent fuckin car for a chage? The Mustang? Puhleeze! That's a shitbox on wheels at best. And they spent $2.5 Billion in advertising in 2007, making them #6 overall out of ALL US advertisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, what about Chrysler? It isn't even a public company. Once Cerebus took over, the company was taken private. Who the hell bails out a private company? And these are the geniuses who launched that "gas guarantee" program to schill their shitty (I mean SHITTY cars). But consumers weren't fooled as they still couldn't sell cars. And they still managed to spend $1.7 Billion in 2007 for advertising. All that advertising for probably the shittiest line up of cars in America. Let's face it. You can put lipstick on a pig, but it's still a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're bailing out the Detroit 3 because they made bad business decisions, they make shitty cars, they overspend on advertising (usually to offset shitty brand and product perception) and sat on their fuckin laurels for the past 5,6 years selling oversized, gas guzzling piece of shit SUVs and trucks. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that isn't all! It's the fuckin UAW (Union of Auto Workers) that have also contributed to this fuckin meltdown in Detroit. Would you believe... there's this thing called a "Job Bank" where laid off UAW members can go, sit around "looking for new work", do nothing, yet get paid the same salary as if they were working?! Hell, it wasn't unusual for UAW workers to get paid in the 6-figure range for working on the assembly line. Care to guess how bright these fuckers were? So the Detroit 3 agreed to pay fuckers who don't work and overpay them on top of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The $25 Billion passed a few days ago isn't the first. Last December (2007), Congress passed a $25 Billion loan to Detroit under the Energy Independence and Security Act (yeah, it even sounds like bullshit, doesn't it?). So taxpayer money is being loaned to Detroit so they can do things they were SUPPOSED to do in the first place, to revamp their production line and products to better meet consumers wants and demands (uh, isn't this what a manufacturer is SUPPOSED to do?) and to invest in more fuel efficient vehicles and technologies (again, isnt' this what they are SUPPOSED to do?). They are SUPPOSED to do this without asking for a bailout from the taxpayer. So they are going to use our money to make cars they can sell to us? That sounds like a case of fuckin fraud to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's lots more than I can go into about how fuckin lame GM, Ford and Chrysler are (including how they have way too many fuckin brands... why not break them off and have them operate as independent entities, for one thing?), how we're getting fucked in the ass over and over by Detroit and Washington, but that would require an entire novel to scratch the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know... this is the kind of bullshit US auto makers are pulling off. And they're succeeding. Write your Congressman. Let them know this is absolute bullshit. Better do that now, because automakers are poised to ask for another $25 Billion next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the People... need to declare our independence from this kind of blatant highway robbery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-8230384410386867246?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/8230384410386867246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/8230384410386867246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-people.html' title='We, The People...'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-3523609999165063540</id><published>2008-09-17T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:59:02.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pattern of Behavior</title><content type='html'>Here and there, people have accused me of being anti-Chinese. Is that even relevant? If Chinese companies actually made good products - and some do, Haier (consumer electronics, mostly appliances) for example - I wouldn't have anything to talk about, would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facts are clear and straightforward. That country of 1.5 billion is making SHIT and they have no problems killing people to make a quick fuckin buck. Cases in point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: block;" id="cnnTxtCmpnt" class="cnnContentContainer"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thousands of pets in the United States became ill, some dying, last year after eating food imported from China tainted with melamine, the same chemical found in the powdered milk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last October, at least 69,000 Chinese-made toys were &lt;a href="http://topics.cnn.com/topics/Product_Recalls" class="cnnInlineTopic"&gt;recalled&lt;/a&gt; in the United States over concerns of excessive amounts of lead paint&lt;/li&gt; &lt;!--startclickprintexclude--&gt;&lt;!--endclickprintexclude--&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;In November, it was found that the popular toy Aqua Dots was contaminated with a toxic chemical that turned into a powerful "date rape" drug if swallowed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p class="cnnInline"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;In February, a Maryland candy distributor pulled Pokemon-brand Valentine lollipops from store shelves after bits of metal were found in the sealed treats, authorities said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the Chinese are killing and making sick their own babies to make a quick buck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BEIJING, China (CNN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; -- A third baby has died and at least 6,200 children have fallen ill after drinking formula tainted with the same chemical involved in a massive pet food recall last year, Chinese officials said Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--startclickprintexclude--&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               &lt;div style="font-style: italic;" id="imageChanger1"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                          &lt;!-- PURGE: /2008/WORLD/asiapcf/09/16/china.tainted.formula/art.scan.ap.jpg --&gt;&lt;!-- KEEP --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnnStoryPhotoBox"&gt;&lt;div id="cnnImgChngr" class="cnnImgChngr"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="cnnImgChngrNested"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://i2.cdn.turner.com/cnn/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/09/16/china.tainted.formula/art.scan.ap.jpg" alt="A baby is held down as he is given an ultrasound scan for kidney stones in a hospital in Wuhan, Hubei province." vspace="0" width="292" height="219" hspace="0" /&gt;          &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- /PURGE: /2008/WORLD/asiapcf/09/16/china.tainted.formula/art.scan.ap.jpg --&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;  var CNN_ArticleChanger = new CNN_imageChanger('cnnImgChngr','/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/09/16/china.tainted.formula/imgChng/p1-0.init.exclude.html',2,1);  //CNN.imageChanger.load('cnnImgChngr','imgChng/p1-0.exclude.html'); &lt;/script&gt;             &lt;!--endclickprintexclude--&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; China's largest producer of milk, Mengniu Dairy Group, announced the recall of three batches of formula made in January after tests showed they were contaminated with melamine, said Li Changjiang, China's director of quarantine and inspection.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Though it should not be added to food ingredients, suppliers in China sometimes put it in food to make a product appear to be protein rich. Melamine has nitrogen, and standard tests for protein in bulk food ingredients measure levels of nitrogen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; More than 1,300 infants are hospitalized with illnesses including malnutrition, kidney stones and acute renal failure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; On Monday two brothers were arrested who Chinese officials say supplied three tons of milk each day to the Sanlu Group, which makes baby formula.&lt;span class="cnnEmbeddedMosLnk"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/09/16/china.tainted.formula/index.html?iref=mpstoryview#cnnSTCVideo" onclick="CNN_changeMosaicTab('cnnVideoCmpnt','videos.html',true,'/video/world/2008/09/17/vause.china.bad.milk.spreads.cnn');"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They could face death if convicted, according to state-run newspaper China Daily. The siblings' raw milk had been watered down and a chemical added to fool quality checks, the newspaper said.&lt;span class="cnnEmbeddedMosLnk"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/09/16/china.tainted.formula/index.html?iref=mpstoryview#cnnSTCVideo" onclick="CNN_changeMosaicTab('cnnVideoCmpnt','videos.html',true,'/video/world/2008/09/16/vause.china.milk.arrests.cnn');"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sanlu Group, one of China's leading dairy producers, has recalled more than 8,200 tons of the tainted formula following reports of sickened babies, news agency Xinhua reported. The manufactured also sealed off more than 2,100 tons of contaminated product, and another 700 tons still need to be recalled, according to Xinhua.&lt;span class="cnnEmbeddedMosLnk"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/09/16/china.tainted.formula/index.html?iref=mpstoryview#cnnSTCVideo" onclick="CNN_changeMosaicTab('cnnVideoCmpnt','videos.html',true,'/video/world/2008/09/15/vause.china.tainted.formula.cnn');"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Investigators said the brothers confessed to watering down the raw milk and mixing in tripolycyanamide, also known as melamine. The paper reported the siblings did it to recover losses suffered when the factory rejected earlier milk shipments, and that 19 other people have been detained for questioning.&lt;/p&gt;Simply put, they don't give a fuck. So let me ask you fans of Chinese-made automotive products. If they don't blink an eye to killing innocent babies, do you think they give a fuck about a turbo that grenades? Suspension that collapses? Brakes that don't stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see a pattern?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-3523609999165063540?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/3523609999165063540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/3523609999165063540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2008/09/pattern-of-behavior.html' title='A Pattern of Behavior'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-7491201069381245759</id><published>2008-09-14T02:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T02:58:19.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ugly Girlfriend - An Update</title><content type='html'>In this earlier post, I spoke of this wanna-be HKS exhaust made by XO2. Who da fuck is XO2? Unless we're talkin about Remy or Hennessey XO, I have no fuckin clue either. Just for shits and giggles, I took a peek at the thread on my350z.com - generally speaking, Z owners are the biggest faggots and posers on the planet with their fake Nismo bodykits, prediliction toward all things show and rarely go and a desire to find "racing tires" for 19" wheels - and found some rather interesting posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTxt"&gt;We have not dynoed this exhaust ourselves and I do not believe XO2 Racing has either"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTxt"&gt;The selling vendor, Invision Performance (yet another mail order house), is selling an exhaust without even knowing if it makes any power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTxt"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any word yet? i'm in need of new tips for jdm theory on oct 6 =("&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how this faggot is readying his car for &lt;u&gt;JDM&lt;/u&gt; Theory, yet his exhaust isn't JDM. I suspect the rest of his car isn't very JDM either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, he and others keep inquiring about tips. What's that about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SMzdIweDXmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/C907UyHOASk/s1600-h/shittyexhaust2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SMzdIweDXmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/C907UyHOASk/s400/shittyexhaust2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245810808499428962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lo' and behold, RUSTED exhaust tips - looks like cheap steel, chromed cheap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And not pictured is the fact that you are supposed to get 4 screws, 4 nuts, and 4 washers for installing the tips; I got 3 screws, 3 nuts, and 1 washer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SMzdpF7eAHI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZeP8cFG4OeY/s1600-h/shittyexhaust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SMzdpF7eAHI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ZeP8cFG4OeY/s400/shittyexhaust.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245811364015767666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's wrong with this picture? And not enough screws, nuts and washers either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTxt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The money I will waste would probably have gotten me a better system that would have been installed at this point."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shit, sherlock. It's funny how these fuckin idiots rant and rave about this blatant copy of an HKS exhaust system because "it's just like the HKS system, but cheaper" yet turn around like a 2-faced little bitch and go on and on about how shit doesn't fit, shit's missing, yada yada yada. You get what you fuckin pay for. Perhaps you'll think about shit like this before you try to save a few bucks by buying bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-7491201069381245759?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/7491201069381245759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/7491201069381245759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2008/09/ugly-girlfriend-update.html' title='The Ugly Girlfriend - An Update'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SMzdIweDXmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/C907UyHOASk/s72-c/shittyexhaust2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-1692456566545601496</id><published>2008-09-14T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T02:22:20.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifting: Aren't You Dead Yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SMzWRt_ndCI/AAAAAAAAALw/dbLLNRwcDME/s1600-h/Figure_Skating_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SMzWRt_ndCI/AAAAAAAAALw/dbLLNRwcDME/s400/Figure_Skating_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245803265872327714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watching the Beijing Summer Olympics reminded me that the Winter Olympics is just around the corner. But you can bet your ass that one particular winter "sport" that I will not watch is figure skating. Why? Sure, I suppose you COULD qualify these people as "athletes" and they do train, but I can't exactly see them as anything but ballet dancers on ice. Look at every major sport in the world - basketball, baseball, hockey, soccer, football, rugby, track &amp;amp; field, skiing, cycling, etc, etc, etc. They all have something in common: a quantifiable measure of victory. There's a score. There's an elapsed time. What does figure skating have? A bunch of fat, old "judges" doling out scores based on who the fuck knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In motorsports, the same standard holds. Formula 1, Indy Racing League, FIA GT, DTM, GP2, F3, ALMS, NASCAR, NHRA, etc, etc, etc all have a quantifiable standard by which winners and losers are determined. Whether it's the number laps or ET, there is something to say one guy won and others lost. And this means that each driver has to perform at his / her best over and over again, consistency being the goal. That's what determines champions and runner ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this same quantifiable standard apply to drifting? Nope. There's no qualifying per se. There's no lap time. There's no ET. Rather, much like figure skating, it's judged by people who frankly haven't won shit. Name one judge in the current Formula Drift series or the defunct Nopi Drift series who is a champion of anything. Judging is never consistent as it's completely subjective. If you aren't a champion, how do you recognize champion-like performance? How do you judge something for which there is nothing consistent nor really quantifiable? Entry speed? Slip angle? Amount of smoke generated? Sounds like someone is blowing smoke up people's asses more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's no consistent basis for judging. Let's talk about the drivers. Tanner Foust is the only guy out of the drifting pack who seems to have the talent to do something aside from clutch kicking or pulling on the handbrake. There's no one else who's achieved real success outside of drifting. (Does winning in drifting count as success in the macrocosm that is motorsports?) And who are all these people that come out of nowhere and all of a sudden have become drifting "stars"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does drifting help the industry? Sure, it led to the sudden explosion of used Nissan 240SX's all over the place, but what did it achieve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, it did not increase demand for REAL products.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no one is buying parts, then it doesn't make sense for manufacturers to support drifting. That support dried up a long time ago. And when was the last time you saw a fully sponsored "works" race car compete?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, it did not help sell tires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been to any drifting practice days, you know that Chinese tire brands dominate - Nankang, Wanli and Maxxis to name a few. So all that money and product major tire companies invested in drifting have not paid off at all. And these shitty Chinese tire companies are thriving because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, it did not improve the "tastes" of younger car enthusiasts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've seen it. Old, beat up 240's with primer, ill fitting body kits (see below) and steel wheels roaming about. What is old is new again, but what is old isn't fresh (for the most part; there are nice examples out there albeit rare).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, drifting is not growing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite frankly, the public is so over it. D1 died in the US. Whether the reasons were political, economic or social, it died. To expect D1 to come back to the States is a fantasy at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nopi Drift collapsed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formula Drift tried to go into new markets; they aren't going back. 3 events in California, 1 event in Vegas, 1 event in Washington state, 1 in Jersey, 1 in Atlanta. Eh, what about the rest of the country? If drifting is so big and growing, why isn't this event list more diverse in scope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice any similarities between the current state of drifting and the death of sport compact drag racing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, it created yet another new marketplace for knock off parts and companies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it create a new marketplace for knock off companies? Of course it did. Anyone who considered building a serious drift car probably suffered a serious case of sticker shock when looked at the parts list alone - SR20DET swap, front mount intercooler, upgraded turbo kit, boost controller, stand alone, toe rod, tension rod, subframe bushings, LSD, etc, etc, etc. This is not even taking into consideration fabrication costs (stitch welding, cage, etc). Naturally, wanna be drifters looked for cheaper alternatives (turbo'd KA, welded open rear differential, etc) and shitty wanna be parts. I can think of a dozen "brand" names that came out of nowhere, offering "drifting parts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, it created yet another incorrect example of the motorsports lifestyle for the younger generation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top echelon of motorsports contains fine examples of ultra-dedicated drivers. Formula 1 drivers, for example, have basically been driving before they entered 1st grade. Even weekend SCCA club racers have dedicated YEARS to becoming very, very good on the track. Name one drifting "star" who's actually dedicated this much time, effort and resources into his craft? As I alluded to earlier, I can only think of only one driver who can make it outside of drifting. As for the rest, it began and will end with drifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, it gave Universal another excuse to create another stupid movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;R.I.P drifting. I await the obituary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-1692456566545601496?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/1692456566545601496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/1692456566545601496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2008/09/drifting-arent-you-dead-yet_14.html' title='Drifting: Aren&apos;t You Dead Yet?'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SMzWRt_ndCI/AAAAAAAAALw/dbLLNRwcDME/s72-c/Figure_Skating_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-4586505366041089028</id><published>2008-09-12T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T03:38:01.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray to The Lord</title><content type='html'>You know, it's bad enough that fake ass parts are being gobbled up like free pussy from a fat chick. It's even worse when these fuckin assholes blatantly put their fake ass products out there without any level of shame whatsoever. It's amazing how these fuckers stay in business. Case in point: &lt;a href="http://www.godspeedproject.com/store/index.php?main_page=index"&gt;GodSpeed Project&lt;/a&gt; (you know, it's an even greater shame that they would put the word "God" in their name). Look at the great collection of sheer copycat products and bullshit they proudly display on their website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SMpAYnL5fmI/AAAAAAAAALA/glkpnV54mRs/s1600-h/SSQV_BLOW_OFF_VALVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SMpAYnL5fmI/AAAAAAAAALA/glkpnV54mRs/s400/SSQV_BLOW_OFF_VALVE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245075507606290018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Believe it or not, they even named this "SSQV Blow Off Valve"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SMpAtHCiz9I/AAAAAAAAALI/anMSQrmVuD0/s1600-h/TYPE_50MM_BLOW_OFF_VALVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SMpAtHCiz9I/AAAAAAAAALI/anMSQrmVuD0/s400/TYPE_50MM_BLOW_OFF_VALVE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245075859754373074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Type 50mm Blow Off Valve" - an obvious copy of the Tial piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SMpA5o8f73I/AAAAAAAAALQ/NLoiuNliODM/s1600-h/TYPE-S_BLOW_OFF_VALVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SMpA5o8f73I/AAAAAAAAALQ/NLoiuNliODM/s400/TYPE-S_BLOW_OFF_VALVE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245076075014254450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Type S Blow Off Valve" - an obvious copy of the GReddy piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SMpBTJ37mkI/AAAAAAAAALY/faiYpfwQ4Ak/s1600-h/89-94+240SX+SR20DET+CATBACK+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SMpBTJ37mkI/AAAAAAAAALY/faiYpfwQ4Ak/s400/89-94+240SX+SR20DET+CATBACK+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245076513350195778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Geez, looks awfully similar to HKS' Carbon Ti exhaust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SMpBgiHeVkI/AAAAAAAAALg/_u09v85hvGw/s1600-h/INF0206G35COUPEDUALCATBACK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SMpBgiHeVkI/AAAAAAAAALg/_u09v85hvGw/s400/INF0206G35COUPEDUALCATBACK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245076743196137026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another blatant copy of an HKS exhaust system&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shall I go on? There is what seems like an endless selection of fake ass, copycat bullshit products here at bargain basement prices. But it doesn't end there. These fucks offer things like "coilover suspension" systems. Take a look at this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SMpCOArFmcI/AAAAAAAAALo/WlMUt2wSMjA/s1600-h/DSC09137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SMpCOArFmcI/AAAAAAAAALo/WlMUt2wSMjA/s400/DSC09137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245077524492687810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$450 for this "coilover suspension"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Would you trust this shit? Doesn't it seem a little too good to be true? A "T4 AR70" turbocharger for $500.00? Yep, you can find one here. Hell, why pay thousands for a Garrett or HKS turbocharger when you can get one "just as good" from GodSpeed Project, right? Afterall, these fucks use the tagline "The Art of Performance." (they should rename themselves "The Art of Chinese-Made Chicanery") I mean, who WOULDN'T buy performance products these fucks, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is, this kind of shady, bullshit operation wouldn't exist without buyers. Buyers who don't care about quality. Buyers who don't care about where shit comes from. Buyers who only give a shit about money they "save" by buying bullshit products. You're the same fuck that buys fake Bape t-shirts, download illegal copies of movies, use coupons at McDonald's and steal cable / satellite television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. If you feel this fuckin crap is worthy to put on YOUR car (and more than likely, you drive a piece of shit to begin with), then I seriously suggest you pray a little before you get behind the wheel. Not only are you exhibiting bad taste and fuckin cheap ass behavior, you're fuckin with shit that can (and will) explode, fail, grenade, ping and detonate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-4586505366041089028?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/4586505366041089028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/4586505366041089028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2008/09/pray-to-lord.html' title='Pray to The Lord'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SMpAYnL5fmI/AAAAAAAAALA/glkpnV54mRs/s72-c/SSQV_BLOW_OFF_VALVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-1444277449177894824</id><published>2008-09-12T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:07:23.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Quote Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Baby Jesus cries everytime an Evo owner buys Rotas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-1444277449177894824?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/1444277449177894824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/1444277449177894824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-quote-ever.html' title='Best Quote Ever'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-8324098239706345827</id><published>2008-09-11T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T02:25:19.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Forum Monkeys</title><content type='html'>You know, I peruse Internet forums looking for entertaining, funny or down right fucked up discussions about this and that. Here's one I found about yours truly and this blog and what this one particular forum monkey had to say (member ID = ThirdLane; &lt;a href="http://www.tsxclub.com/forums/showthread.php?p=430549"&gt;http://www.tsxclub.com/forums/showthread.php?p=430549&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Rota and Rotora is actually pretty decent, not something I would install on my TSX but its pretty decent."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck qualifies as "pretty decent"? He states that he won't put it on his car yet calls it "pretty decent?" What is pretty decent about products that come from God knows where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And PS, even reputable aftermarket companies have manufacturing based in China. I've seen some HKS, Apex-i, Mugen/M-Tech parts made in China. Rota is a Malaysian firm"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, that is and may be a fact for all the companies listed above, but there is engineering behind it. That's not what everyone is talking about. And Rota is a company based in the Philippines. I ask... what high quality motorsports / automotive stuff comes out of the Philippines? JACK SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I wanna see some proof. Please dig up any of my posts or threads of me promoting any of said companies. Besides if the company is ISO9000 compliant I really don't give a damn if their parts are made in China."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This forum monkey throws around ISO as if he knows what ISO is. He obviously heard the term somewhere else and, without understanding, he points this out. Fuckin typical forum monkey behavior. He makes it sound as if an official from the International Standards Organization stands around, observing and approving the ACTUAL manufacturing process. ISO9000/9001 has NOTHING to do with the actual manufacturing, raw material sourcing, alloying, heat treating / tempering, engineering, designing and testing of the product. Do your fuckin research before you open your uneducated and uninformed mouth about something which you have no fuckin clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet forums = cesspool populated by the lowest common denominator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-8324098239706345827?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/8324098239706345827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/8324098239706345827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2008/09/internet-forum-monkeys.html' title='Internet Forum Monkeys'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-6592449216331566511</id><published>2008-07-30T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:15:49.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone Else Notice the Resemblance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SJA3-wYzoWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pijQTGXhOvE/s1600-h/resemblance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SJA3-wYzoWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pijQTGXhOvE/s400/resemblance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228740718657511778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-6592449216331566511?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/6592449216331566511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/6592449216331566511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2008/07/anyone-else-notice-resemblance.html' title='Anyone Else Notice the Resemblance?'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/SJA3-wYzoWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pijQTGXhOvE/s72-c/resemblance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-5203011471426250133</id><published>2008-06-27T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:02:00.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Biggest Collection Of...</title><content type='html'>Ugly ass "models."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously. This "SpoCom" show in Long Beach last weekend must have been the worst collection of wanna-be models in history. Browsing through different sites online is sheer proof that things are degrading fast. The economy is in the shits, gas prices continue to rise and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mingers &lt;/span&gt;continue to flock to the import car scene like shits to flies. Armageddon is just around the corner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0018.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dogs of a feather, flock together&lt;br /&gt;The hoe on the left has to wear two bras cuz she has no tits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holy shit, look at the rolls on the hoe to the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0062-001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0062-001.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What the fuck is that on the right? Someone actually PAID her to be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0067-001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0067-001.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only does this one have a Chinese maid face, look at the collection of fat on her knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0077-001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0077-001.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;NO ONE is gonna go to this time attack shit considering the ugly ass hoes they put in the booth&lt;br /&gt;Both are fat and ugly... look at the one in the back... she has a dude's beer gut!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0095-001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0095-001.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her upper body looks like that of a dude, coupled with fake tits... tranny?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0103-001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0103-001.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who the hell told these hoes that two bras &gt; one bra? Oh yeah, forgot... you have no tits and need all the help you can get&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0108-001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0108-001.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the middle of fuckin summer and this hoe is wearing a knitted wool hat. Not only does this hoe not have any fashion sense, she has no common sense either&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0147-001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0147-001.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ugly dog face, fake tits and oranguatan orange hair... all the makings of a wanna be import "model"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0150-001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0150-001.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tranny #2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0154-001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0154-001.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tranny #3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0243.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's missing?&lt;br /&gt;(Hint: Ass, hips, waist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;What isn't missing?&lt;br /&gt;(Hint: A big ass mole with hair growing out of it)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.speedsyndicate.net/gallery_auto/SpoCom%202008/images/IMG_0246.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tranny #4 + two bras&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously... need I go on? Do you want to see photos from the "bikini contest"? (or as I like to call it, "the procession of monkeys") This has got to be the worst fuckin car show ever. Let's face it. People don't go to car shows to look at cars. It's only the show car owning fags that give a shit about the cars. People go to car shows to look at hoes. Rather a raw fuckin deal when you have to PAY to look at UGLY ass hoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-5203011471426250133?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/5203011471426250133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/5203011471426250133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2008/06/biggest-collection-of.html' title='The Biggest Collection Of...'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-231311436933470193</id><published>2008-03-29T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:15:51.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*YAWN*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R-9IX3ebYGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WoQ1GtsR2Aw/s1600-h/man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R-9IX3ebYGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WoQ1GtsR2Aw/s400/man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183441270992494690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently seen at Hot Import Nights, Los Angeles... I am completely speechless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy spring, folks. I've come out of my winter hibernation, finally, and the first post of the year goes out to the hard working ladies... I mean, "models," of the import scene. Yes... those who spend hours on makeup, hair, attire, shaving their armpits / legs / pussy and, in some cases, their faces to present themselves to the world at large. It's amazing to me how some of these "modeling" websites would waste storage space in their solid state CF cards to shoot these bow wows. Without further delay, enjoy this lovely gallery courtesy of Pure [Not] Hot Models!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R-3t8HebX8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/4d2zXGDUsnY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R-3t8HebX8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/4d2zXGDUsnY/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183060363227914178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ouch... my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R-3va3ebYBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZlDioOrumJg/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R-3va3ebYBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZlDioOrumJg/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183061991020519442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old girl looks like she's ready to drop a load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R-3uD3ebX9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/kx9tXjwZEgU/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R-3uD3ebX9I/AAAAAAAAAJg/kx9tXjwZEgU/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183060496371900370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holy shit! I'm blind in one eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R-3uRXebX-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/UYxdS6sUhKA/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R-3uRXebX-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/UYxdS6sUhKA/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183060728300134370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am completely blind. Typing Helen Keller style now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R-3u6XebX_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Q9wcDo8gMDs/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R-3u6XebX_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Q9wcDo8gMDs/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183061432674770930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can someone explain to me how this girl is a "model"? She has no waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R-3vI3ebYAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NxIhRFm-DAA/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R-3vI3ebYAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NxIhRFm-DAA/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183061681782874114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uh, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R-3vrHebYCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zrGfIeTGjSY/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R-3vrHebYCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zrGfIeTGjSY/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183062270193393698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's that open mouth again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R-3v1XebYDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/u57B1bnRqOM/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R-3v1XebYDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/u57B1bnRqOM/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183062446287052850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can never masturbate again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R-3v-nebYEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Rt7D66J-sYU/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R-3v-nebYEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Rt7D66J-sYU/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183062605200842818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, baby! Grow some eyebrows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_uacct = "UA-1395935-1";&lt;br /&gt;urchinTracker();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-231311436933470193?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/231311436933470193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/231311436933470193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2008/03/yawn.html' title='*YAWN*'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R-9IX3ebYGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WoQ1GtsR2Aw/s72-c/man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-3552891354744895996</id><published>2007-12-22T00:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T02:45:40.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>For all those of who believe in what you do, make kick ass products and do your part in providing enthusiasts with "the goods," I salute you. I know that it must be painful watching shitty ass parts getting so much play - even in "legitimate" magazines it seems - but quality and performance will always pay dividends. Keep your head up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those of you who don't give a fuck at all, sell private labeled bullshit products from God knows where, products labeled "Made in Japan" yet made elsewhere, and tell more lies about your brand and products, I give you the double middle finger salute. You know who you are. You make knock-off wheels; supposedly "engineered" brake systems; "competition" coilover system; aero kits that aren't "aero" at all; turbos with turbine shafts that snap and get ingested into the engine; intercoolers that are based on a core from a refridgerator; and so on. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who do your research, save your hard-earned dollars to buy quality products and wrench, I salute you. You are what makes the industry go around. You support companies that do real R&amp;amp;D. You support an industry that is rooted in passion and ingenuity and realize that both do cost money to pursue. Keep up the good work. And take pride in your ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who buy cheap shit because you've convinced yourself that "it's just as good," stop kidding yourself. Seriously. Take your head out of your ass. Keeping up with your homie and his ride isn't the purpose of having passion for cars. If you can't afford it, then save your fuckin money til you CAN afford it. And stop spreading misinformation on the internet. And stop defending these shitty ass companies. They don't give a shit about you. They only give a shit about that dollar in your pocket. Why in the world would you support such companies? Do you really think K-Bee suspension in made in Japan? Yet they sell for $700? Suckers, you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to automotive "journalists" out there, write some better shit. Don't write editorial because a particular company advertises in your magazine - are you listening Performance Auto &amp;amp; Sound (PAS)? It's no coincidence that editorial for company X sits right next to advertising for company X. Educate the public, pass on da truth, expose the pretenders and stop patting yourself on the back because you happen to write / shoot for magazine ________. You aren't celebrities. Having a throng of compact car owners as your fanbase makes you about as good as a Z-list celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DaTruth will continue to have periodic updates. For those who support what I write, thank you. You are the fuel that keeps this fire going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who think I'm out of my mind, don't know what the hell I am talking about, criticize my viewpoints and all the other baloney you write in forums or whatver other medium, thank you. As you deem my words as mere conjecture, I do so in return for your words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays and here's to a prosperous 2008 for REAL companies.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-1395935-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._initData();&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-3552891354744895996?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/3552891354744895996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/3552891354744895996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-8564907846393409962</id><published>2007-11-30T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:15:51.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ugly Girlfriend and Her Pathetic Boyfriends</title><content type='html'>There's another Chinese whore in town. She's pretending to be a classy lady from Ginza. This whore looks like the real thing, struts like the real thing and perhaps even tastes like the real thing. But then again, do you really wanna taste another Chinese whore pretending to be a classy act from Ginza? Well, even a fake ass Chinese whore has her fanboys and this STD-ridden slut is no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classy lady from Ginza expects fine dining, along the lines of coque au vin, seared fois grois, beef tenderloin and the finest bottles of French Cabernet. Taste, budget and willingness are required to keep such a lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Chinese whore's fanboys can barely afford 99 cent tacos from Jack in the Box, so such an exquisite and tasteful palate is out of the question. The Chinese whore's hunger pangs are easily satisfied, with those aforementioned 99 cent Jack in the Box tacos, cheap sodas from vending machines in front of supermarkets and Church's Fried Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to some keen eyeballs, the newest Chinese whore in town has been identified. Her name is "XO2 True Dual Exhaust."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R1ERUQClm7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/YYfYdjgRZN4/s1600-R/350zg35catbacksw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138907689407323058" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R1ERUQClm7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/mVr1JFrPUNA/s400/350zg35catbacksw1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is beyond mere coincidence that this Chinese whore looks strikingly similar to a classy lady from Ginza. The lady from Ginza comes from the house of HKS, whereas the above Chinese whore comes from... God knows where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though that her origins are unknown, her latest pap smear results are hidden and the transgender surgery details are masked, the fanboys continue to unite. And continue to high-5 one another in virtual space, for they have all bumped this ugly. Of particular note are the e-props posted on my350z.com, where Z owners of various types congregate. But the only ones that come to mind are those who ask for racing tires for the 19" wheels, worry night after night about getting a rock chip on their fake Nismo front bumper and tout the power adding properties of a manifold spacer. Check out their rants about this Chinese whore (&lt;a href="http://www.my350z.com/forum/showthread.php?t=283137"&gt;http://www.my350z.com/forum/showthread.php?t=283137&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elohite (calls his ride the "Amuse 350Z"... Hahaha... nigga, puhleeze!!) - "bump for great vendor and exhaust&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RedBullRR - "Soon as I get back from vacation, I will have to hit you up for 1 of these bad boys."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nexx - "&lt;u&gt;just like the hks&lt;/u&gt; 2.25 id." (yet, it's still a Chinese whore!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jay-Z - "Thanks for the exhaust, &lt;u&gt;its an HKS at less than half price&lt;/u&gt;.. Shhh.. dont tell anyone... " (let's face it, JIGGA... you're too cheap / poor to take out the fine lady from Ginza)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Riley07 - "Get the XO2!!! It's better to buy from a vendor on here than some random person on Ebay..Plus it will be cheaper" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Need I go on? It's almost homosexual how much e-love is passed along from one Chinese whore fanboy to another. That's okay, though. At the end of the day, you fools are still fucking the same Chinese whore. No matter what, it's still no classy lady from Ginza.&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"))&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-1395935-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._initData();&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-8564907846393409962?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/8564907846393409962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/8564907846393409962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2007/11/ugly-girlfriend-and-her-pathetic.html' title='An Ugly Girlfriend and Her Pathetic Boyfriends'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R1ERUQClm7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/mVr1JFrPUNA/s72-c/350zg35catbacksw1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-7857278926505104782</id><published>2007-11-30T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:15:51.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Ugly Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>Seriously. Shitty, no name parts are like an ugly girlfriend. You don't wanna be seen in public with her, so you never bring her out. All of your friends have ugly girlfriends. Afterall, birds of a feather flock together. When someone questions you on why you have an ugly girlfriend, you go into this tirade explaining that she's smart, knows how to fuck, cooks for you, etc. But you know what? Your girlfriend is still ugly and no one gives a fuck whether she's smart, a whore in bed or is the modern equivalent of Julia Child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying cheap parts for a car is like having an ugly girlfriend. You have to explain / rationalize your decision to bed that ugly whore - you have to explain that you saved a bunch of money by buying this "great" substitute for the real deal... and that it performs just as good as the real deal. Uh huh. Other dudes with ugly girlfriends come to your aid because they're in the same predicament - BUMPIN UGLIES. Just the same, your "e-buddies" on the forums come to your aid and defend your decision to purchase that piece of shit part because they're in the same boat. And you high-5 one another on the forums for buying the same cheap shit. Nice. You must high five yourself for having ugly girlfriends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all these idiots on one forum taking a VOTE whether to buy Rota wheels or not... and the virtual high-5s they give one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R0_fd2yq1mI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FWqFkUVQhL4/s1600-R/rotas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/R0_fd2yq1mI/AAAAAAAAAI4/nWgkIJ3RQNY/s400/rotas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138571403870262882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you Megan Racing, OBX, eBay, D2, Invidia, Rota and other cheap shit buying idiots, congratulations. You can close your eyes and pretend you're tappin some fine ass, but really... she's ugly, homie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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That's right. LIFE. What the fuck am I talkin about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are only 4 points of contact that your car makes with the tarmac - your tires - and there are various mechanical dynamics involved in making your car go forwards, sideways and to a full stop. And coming to a stop involves a number of different dynamics, but in essence, it's a combination of the mechanical grip provided by your tires and brakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you spend a shitload of money on some fancy ass fuckin wheels and tires. Then you decide to compliment this combination with some brakes made by "Megan Racing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brakes made by God knows who; "engineered" by Chinese guys sitting in a dimly lit factory in Guangzhou or some other shithole in China; painted with the same led laden stuff they used in Mattel toys for children; dumping hazardous materials into streams killing fish, people and who knows what else... water that will eventually make its way across the Pacific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, STOP... in the name of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-1395935-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._initData();&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-8363893678796965128?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/8363893678796965128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/8363893678796965128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2007/08/stop-in-name-of.html' title='Stop, In The Name Of...'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RtOAJr7_zOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/f09GsR3bML0/s72-c/megan2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-3524424007196407601</id><published>2007-07-10T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:15:52.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So THIS Is What It's All Come To?</title><content type='html'>The end of civilization as we know it is near. It's more than possible nowadays to put together a car using "______ style" or "JDM (not really) _______" or "_________ (insert any Chinese / Filipino / Taiwanese / Korean company name) _______." Indeed. The passion for the car is not based on quality, performance and dependable products, but based rather on some bullshit that looks like the real thing but it's about as fake (or genuine) as a ladyboy in Thailand. And it certainly doesn't help when people who are in the spotlight, e.g. "industry people," don't give a shit about things either. They just slap on shit cuz it's free. For shame, I say. For shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the specs of a Nissan 240SX owned by Jarod DeAnza. He works at Meguiar's, closely associated with the Gumball and is an announcer for Formula Drift. So you figure, he's going to really give a shit what goes into his car, right? WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RpRcW652QGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Sr31Pc2OpN4/s1600-h/crap1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085791428046897250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RpRcW652QGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Sr31Pc2OpN4/s400/crap1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Megan Racing? Agency Power?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RpRcja52QHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/PjpbF7OKolw/s1600-h/crap1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085791642795262066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RpRcja52QHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/PjpbF7OKolw/s400/crap1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;More Megan Racing? Craptora? Origin? Seibon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff made by people you never met, based on engineering that doesn't exist, sourced from who fuckin knows where and quality control you know nothing about. Nice job. So when an "industry person" doesn't give a shit (or hell, maybe they just don't know any better... that describes 1/2 the people who work in the "industry"), you end up with cars like this... put together by some turd who follow what they read in magazines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RpRdga52QII/AAAAAAAAAIo/qHal-O2Gf5c/s1600-h/crap2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085792690767282306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RpRdga52QII/AAAAAAAAAIo/qHal-O2Gf5c/s400/crap2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More Megan Racing, Weapon R, OBX, Tsunami, "CTR style", "generation 2 M3" (what the fuck is that??), Tenzo, "OEM style", Rota, Dropzone, R-1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This car has to be the biggest collection of piece of shit parts on the planet. And guess what? That Nissan 240SX above only helps these fucked up ass manufacturers reap ever more profits from gullible suckers like this fool. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take some fuckin responsibility. You shouldn't be in the "industry" if you can't even fix up your shit properly with proper goods. Free does not always = good. If you need free shit, at least ask the right companies. If they won't give it to you for free, then go buy it. Or do you not really give a shit at all?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-1395935-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._initData();&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-3524424007196407601?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/3524424007196407601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/3524424007196407601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-this-is-what-its-all-come-to.html' title='So THIS Is What It&apos;s All Come To?'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RpRcW652QGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Sr31Pc2OpN4/s72-c/crap1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-6360728512958727140</id><published>2007-06-04T16:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T02:47:16.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, You're a "Tuner," Eh?</title><content type='html'>Everywhere you look, people and magazines call certain individuals "tuners." What the fuck is that exactly? There doesn't seem to be a universally recognized definition of one. Well, let's try to set the record straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to a car, there are a few primary areas that can be tackled:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Engine tuning: ECU / stand-alone, fabrication and installation&lt;br /&gt;- Suspension tuning: geometry set up, corner balancing / weighing, valving and installation&lt;br /&gt;- Chassis tuning: stitch / seam welding, aerodynamics, stiffening, paint and installation&lt;br /&gt;- Mobile electronics tuning: fabrication and installation (the world of SQ!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask... are the "tuners" that magazines praise so much actual tuners? Do they even wrench? Have they ever picked up some tools and wrenched themselves? Or do they get someone else to do it simply because they don't know how. What difference is there between them and you, especially if they have someone else do all the work? The only difference is they get their parts for free. You don't. You just gotta love how some magazines say so-and-so "built" this and that. They didn't build shit. They're merely parts pickers. Hell, these fools don't even know how to drive. They even build "racecars" that never get raced. Rather, they sit in a garage or get trailered to a car show. Fuckin pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few individuals out there who really know what they are talking about. The list is not long, but these guys are the ones who are truly building cars with their own hands. And they actually know what an engine map actually looks like. These guys are the ones who truly deserve the moniker of "tuner," not some faggots who simply pick parts out of a catalog and tell someone else to install / fab / tune it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BE A REAL FUCKIN TUNER, NOT A PARTS PICKER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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Some are cool, but most leave you scratching your head and make you wonder, "Who the fuck are these guys?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One relatively new company that's hit the exhaust market is one called JUN B.L. JUN? The Japanese tuning company? Hell no. Not even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One quick look at their website (&lt;a href="http://www.junblusa.com"&gt;http://www.junblusa.com&lt;/a&gt;) reveals no physical address. Only an 800 number that you can call to make an order for one of their exhaust systems. Hmm... kinda weird, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They list only three exhaust systems for vehicles anyone would consider performance-oriented. One for a Lancer Evolution at $1,100.00, one for the Z33 350Z at $1,395.71 and one for a VW GTI at $799.00 (these are all "list" prices, by the way; these must be some fuckin high end exhausts at these prices, right?) But here's the kicker. They offer EIGHT exhaust systems for Hyundai cars. Hyundai? Not exactly the bastion of high performance tuning, don't you think? Hell, they even offer an exhaust system for a Hyundai Sonata. The Sonata, you ask? It's a wanna be Accord that Hyundai produced. Why are there so many exhausts for Korean cars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon further investigation, it turns out that JUN B.L is a Korean company. A Korean company making exhausts for Japanese cars? Mitsubishi and Nissan don't even have dealers in Korea. So how is it that this JUN B.L company is making performance parts for cars that don't even exist in Korea? Makes you wonder if they really know what the fuck they are doing, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no way to certify that these exhaust systems adhere to any sort of pre-established manufacturing standard we're familiar with, including JASMA, ISO9001 and so on. Rather (thanks to a Korean friend of mine), their "about" page was translated (they have a Subaru Impreza wagon on a dyno... uh huh... another car that doesn't exist in Korea... little chance they have a 4-wheel dyno either, considering no Korean car manufacturer produces a 4WD passenger car for the Korean market, save for some wacked ass SUVs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RlFGhQ_FuII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9J3t_BbZsp0/s1600-h/junbl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066908593077729410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RlFGhQ_FuII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9J3t_BbZsp0/s400/junbl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, turns out JUN B.L has a permit to produce silencers and "filter pipes" in Korea. This is the only sole permit they have. So how are they making full exhaust systems? They aren't even licensed to do this. Hmmm....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They have a number of Korean "registrations" for exhaust related items, BUT GET THIS... they have also have "registrations" for:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- knitted shirts&lt;br /&gt;- portable make up cases&lt;br /&gt;- wallets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How the fuck is a knitted shirt / portable make up case / wallet company making exhaust systems for Evo's and 350Z's? Who the fuck buys this shit? Do you fuckers do any research on where your shit comes from before buying it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, it turns out that the name "JUN B.L" is the name of the owner / president of this company. His name is Jun Byung Lim, Lim being his surname. He's probably some old asshat in his 50s who knows nothing about cars. At least with a reputable company like HKS, the old guys in the name (Hasegawa and Kitagawa) are actual automotive engineers with decades under their respective belts. Who the fuck is Jun Byung Lim?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a case of kimchi gone bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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The Chinese are bad for your health. I'm not talkin about Chinese-Americans or reputable companies doing reputable business. We're talking about shady Chinese fools. China's responsible for SARS (the "bird flu") and the whole chicken feed controversy. Both are from China. But China isn't exporting just diseases that will kill you. They are exporting piece of shit automotive parts that undermine our love for cars. Case in point? This "D2" company that is supposedly a professional suspension company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to their website (&lt;a href="http://www.d2racing.com"&gt;www.d2racing.com&lt;/a&gt;), they supposedly test their suspension systems "by machines and professional race teams to meet the strictest quality and performance standards." Uh huh. Sure. I follow F1, F3, FIA GT, Deutsche Tourenwagen Meisterschaft (DTM), BTCC, Champ Car, Super GT, Formula Nippon, IRL and so on. Yet, I have yet to see this D2 company on any of these cars. But wait... some of you astute enough to follow racing on a global scale may say... isn't D2 a sponsor of DTM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you saw on factory Merc / AMG racecars in DTM is NOT these fools from China. Rather, it's Vodafone D2. That's right. Vodafone. The company that owns Verizon in the States. D2 on DTM racecars is a reference to Vodafone mobile phone stores in Deutscheland. Look below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RjkFWU135SI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cyljL0TJoRc/s1600-h/d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060081537437394210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RjkFWU135SI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cyljL0TJoRc/s400/d2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo... look. It's a Vodafone D2 store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RjkF50135UI/AAAAAAAAAIA/r4rjQ0fu1aU/s1600-h/d2fake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060082147322750274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RjkF50135UI/AAAAAAAAAIA/r4rjQ0fu1aU/s400/d2fake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look... it's a "D2" suspension company office. Geez, the logo looks awfully similar. No, wait. They are exactly the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RjkGRE135VI/AAAAAAAAAII/1_K_skDI24Q/s1600-h/startanimation.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060082546754708818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RjkGRE135VI/AAAAAAAAAII/1_K_skDI24Q/s400/startanimation.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, look here. It's an animated gif advertisement directly from Vodafone's site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it mere coincidence that this D2 suspension company COPIED EXACTY the real D2 logo? Perhaps to claim that their suspension was used on DTM race cars? Considering how shady these fuckers can be, I wouldn't doubt it for one second. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since when did Vodafone get into the suspension business? A mobile phone service provider in Europe is making suspension for Civics? Oh, but wait... Invidia's parent company is a pager company (must make you feel confident owning an exhaust made by fools who make pagers... so much technological overlap, I tell ya) and they even stole the "Invidia" name from RS*R. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's funny how some car owners out there will spend thousands of dollars on shit for their car, yet will buy these cheap ass suspension systems for their car. Any sharp eye would immediately notice the shitty construction, most notable of which is the shitty ass welding and machining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the bullshit from China doesn't stop there. Imagine how many bodykits are floating around your local shops, made by underpaid sweatshop workers toiling under the most mired of conditions? Do you suppose these manufacturers have any fuckin idea about how aero affects downforce, drag and overall vehicle stability? Or do you suppose they just make this shit... no wait... COPY this shit based on kits from other manufacturers? Then have the gall to pass it off under some bullshit brand name in the US? And of course, the fools who buy this fucking crap? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So pat yourself on the back if you buy into this and other Chinese made crap. Imagine... not only did you save yourself a few bucks by buying inferior crap, you are also supporting the world's largest thieves of intellectual property. CUNT-gratulations. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-1395935-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._initData();&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-4536086181880881443?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/4536086181880881443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/4536086181880881443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2007/05/chinese-are-bad-for-your-health.html' title='The Chinese Are Bad For Your Health'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RjkFWU135SI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cyljL0TJoRc/s72-c/d2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-8139133955191434055</id><published>2007-03-04T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:15:53.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retardo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/ResSxmHsq3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/CNxVpqYuJqc/s1600-h/retardo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038141251399756658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/ResSxmHsq3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/CNxVpqYuJqc/s400/retardo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you buy brakes from this man? Would you buy "racing" brakes designed by people with ZERO research &amp; development culled from motorsports? Would you buy brakes built from parts manufactured in 3rd world countries - Laos? Vietnam? Thailand? Who knows where else. Would you buy brakes simply based on hype generated from drifting? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-8139133955191434055?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/8139133955191434055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/8139133955191434055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2007/03/retardo.html' title='Retardo'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/ResSxmHsq3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/CNxVpqYuJqc/s72-c/retardo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-2668923144875531175</id><published>2007-02-21T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:15:54.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Mexima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rd0BBBAQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6YCI-7u2bWI/s1600-h/mexima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rd0BBBAQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6YCI-7u2bWI/s400/mexima.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034181075431121906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2007 Nissan Altima = The Mexima (The Mexican Maxima). Those who live in Southern California know exactly what I'm talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-2668923144875531175?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/2668923144875531175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/2668923144875531175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-mexima.html' title='The New Mexima'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rd0BBBAQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6YCI-7u2bWI/s72-c/mexima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-5056586275844304920</id><published>2007-02-19T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:15:55.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bark at the Moon</title><content type='html'>Howl! Howl, I say! You "models" I found on HIN's website. HOWL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RdqXUBAQ45I/AAAAAAAAAGI/HelUoLQHgRc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033501903662670738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RdqXUBAQ45I/AAAAAAAAAGI/HelUoLQHgRc/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those stubby gams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RdqXgBAQ46I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FeLIYOv1Njk/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RdqXgBAQ46I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FeLIYOv1Njk/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033502109821100962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pairing of stubby Asian chix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RdqXrhAQ47I/AAAAAAAAAGY/l8vGgS4TUvY/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RdqXrhAQ47I/AAAAAAAAAGY/l8vGgS4TUvY/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033502307389596594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit. I have no words to describe this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RdqX0xAQ48I/AAAAAAAAAGg/-wkuIwcwB5g/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RdqX0xAQ48I/AAAAAAAAAGg/-wkuIwcwB5g/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033502466303386562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Look at the "cranial" look of this beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RdqYEBAQ49I/AAAAAAAAAGo/IsqeARQDOng/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RdqYEBAQ49I/AAAAAAAAAGo/IsqeARQDOng/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033502728296391634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOH. Not only a buttah face but Sharpie eyebrows as a bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RdqYPBAQ4-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/FqGQc7MfpWQ/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RdqYPBAQ4-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/FqGQc7MfpWQ/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033502917274952674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks more appropriate for a tractor pull event than a HIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-5056586275844304920?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/5056586275844304920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/5056586275844304920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2007/02/bark-at-moon.html' title='Bark at the Moon'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RdqXUBAQ45I/AAAAAAAAAGI/HelUoLQHgRc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-1078364661277218863</id><published>2007-02-19T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:15:55.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawry's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rdn78hAQ44I/AAAAAAAAAF4/egE5mIFRQFY/s1600-h/misacampo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033331075633439618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rdn78hAQ44I/AAAAAAAAAF4/egE5mIFRQFY/s400/misacampo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Models" nowadays never really get a rise out of me. They're all the same. Same old hair cut, same old hair color, same old tired ass fuckin poses, same old tired line about how, who and what they are, and so on. So it's rare when I'm like, "Dayam!" Well, here's one. Misa Campo (&lt;a href="http://www.misacampo.com/"&gt;http://www.misacampo.com/&lt;/a&gt;). She makes me pop a willy like an 16-year old boy ragin with hormones that'll give a stallion in heat a run for its money. Holy schmacks. I don't know where you are from, girl, but you can bet your ass that I will toss your salad, without hesitation, just like the servers at Lawry's. Alright. Time to go wash up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-1078364661277218863?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/1078364661277218863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/1078364661277218863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2007/02/lawrys.html' title='Lawry&apos;s'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rdn78hAQ44I/AAAAAAAAAF4/egE5mIFRQFY/s72-c/misacampo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-6458391282495126039</id><published>2007-02-19T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T01:50:09.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pourquoi?</title><content type='html'>I've noticed that this blog is being read by a much bigger audience than I ever intended. Hell, this blog was intended as comedy relief for a few friends of mine who get a chuckle out of the "industry" and the dumb practices and some of the dumb people within - and yes, I do use that term "industry" very, very loosely. Of course, there are some very bright, hard working and fanatical people contributing as much as they can to the cause because they believe in what they do and they are car nuts for life. But that isn't what this blog is about. This blog is about the stupidity, incompetency and the bullshit that permeates seemingly everything around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are those who curse my words, asserting that I am full of shit, drinkin "haterade," and so on. Well, those are your opinions and you are entitled to that under the Bill of Rights. But why get bothered by my words in the first place? Does it resonate with a certain part of your consciousness that recognizes the validity in my words, yet another part of you tries to deny it? Mind you, what I write isn't based on conjecture, theories or rumors. It's what I know first hand as the truth. And it's really easy to recognize the truth if you look at things closely. You know, the nitty gritty details that oftentimes gets past the bullshit meter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, questioning what exists is a right and an obligation. We scrutinize our public officials, mass media, mass consumer-centric companies, public utility companies, economic and fiscal policy and everything else that's around us. Yet we never scrutinize the "industry" and lifestyle that we embrace so tightly. Are we robots? Are we mindless zombies that readily accept, without question, anything and everything that is fed to us? If we don't question, then there is no progress or evolution. We stagnate in one place, satiated by the status quo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "industry" has come to a point where the end user, the consumer, has been completely forgotten. The magazines serve their own needs and the advertising sales department; companies produce subpar products in dimly lit factories in China, but fool the people with an endless barrage of advertising touting quality; unqualified sales people push products to potential customers because they just need to sell something, not something the customer really needs. Sure, this IS a retail-based industry and everyone's out ot make a buck. In the confines of a capitalist economy, that's fine and dandy. But it's not as if we're selling the consumer a piece of clothing or a pack of pencils. We're selling a lifestyle. And it SHOULD last the span of a person's LIFE, not a fleeting moment of fitting in with all da homies cuz you just saw the latest iteration of what Hollywood deems to be the "in" thing of the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a codependent relationship. The consumer gives permission through their dollars for magazines and companies to exist. Magazines and companies serve the consumer by giving them what they need AND want. If either end of the equation stops fulfilling their role, then then equation will stop to exist. And as long as the equation is reality, you can bet your fuckin ass I will write about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the truth set you free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-6458391282495126039?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/6458391282495126039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/6458391282495126039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2007/02/pourquoi.html' title='Pourquoi?'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-5511135709883665545</id><published>2007-02-16T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:15:55.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Pussy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RdhCkbtUQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/7jbPQMBDjao/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032845777267082162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RdhCkbtUQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/7jbPQMBDjao/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, bad pussy. You've had it. The girl's so fuckin hot, you feel like you're gonna nut before you take your drawers off. You anticipate that sweet wetness... then it happens. A certain funk permeates the air. There are meat curtains, reminding you of the big Beef Bowl you had the night before. And the pussy's looser than a badly set up race car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearances never give a indication of how good the pussy's gonna be. I am willing to bet that the best pussy you've had actually belonged to an average jane... or even that ugly chick you were bumpin for a while cuz her pussy made you cry... but you wouldn't be caught dead in public with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pussy is like cars. Some look real fuckin good until you read through the spec sheet. You come to the realization that the car might not be very tight afterall. It's all a bunch of window dressing to fool you. Some cars look like shit, but drive like an electrical knife through Thanksgiving turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone can bring together all the best elements, we're talking a neatly trimmed Hitler moustache, tight pussy lips, pussy muscles that can grip your shit better than a vice grip and so on. It's pure bliss. You know what I'm talkin about. Maybe you don't if you're into hairy JDM pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I peeped the latest issue of Import Tuner. Lo' and behold, there's a fine example of what I consider "good pussy." No, EXCELLENT pussy. Look at that CT9A Evo VIII. Almost EVERY aspect of the car has been touched upon. I don't agree with a few of the parts choices and the lack of a sound system - this cat may have not wanted a system - but I have to give it big ups because the extra mile was traveled to get this ride nice and tight. As tight as virgin pussy! (Is there any virgin pussy left in the world?) I hate to imagine what his credit card bill must look like, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as most mags seem to do nowadays, the other featured cars included two advertisers' cars including yet ANOTHER Greddy feature, a Honda that's been on the Southern Cali show circuit for like 10 years and WAY past its prime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RdhEn7tUQ9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Le9hQUIp5SY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032848036419879890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RdhEn7tUQ9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Le9hQUIp5SY/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a Nissan 240 that seriously lacks the glean of a freshly shaved pussy appropriate for a magazine feature. The article says that it's a masterpiece created from a blank canvas. What's with all those open holes all over the place? Is this a street car? Where the HVAC controls? Will this guy never drive this car when it's hot or cold? What if the windows fog up? Why are the turn and wiper stalks so worn out? Why is the interior so dirty? Look at the dash. It's fuckin filthy. One confused ass pussy here; maybe it can't decide whether it likes being fucked in the pussy or in the good ole asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll put together a quick swap with some gay exterior shit and I can get that 240 into a magazine too. Then again, I'm not into bad pussy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-5511135709883665545?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/5511135709883665545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/5511135709883665545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2007/02/bad-pussy.html' title='Bad Pussy'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RdhCkbtUQ7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/7jbPQMBDjao/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-1178566660953213706</id><published>2007-02-09T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T12:28:28.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine...</title><content type='html'>A world in which every TV channel was owned by the same company. Every newspaper was owned by the same company. Every website was owned by the same company. That would make for on boring ass world, wouldn't it? The shit that you get to view and read would come from the same fuckin source so it would become completely predictable. All the video footage would look the same, all the photos would look the same, all the articles would look the same and so on. It's the book, "1984," coming ever so closer to reality, where a single source with a single mandate would dictate what you get to see, hear, learn and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, shit... this kind of "control" is becoming ever so closer to happening in our wonderful little community. Primedia, the giant behemoth, just announced that they are gobbling up Modified magazine. They already own:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Car Audio and Electronics&lt;br /&gt;- European Car&lt;br /&gt;- Eurotuner&lt;br /&gt;- Honda Tuning&lt;br /&gt;- Import Tuner&lt;br /&gt;- Project Car&lt;br /&gt;- Siphon&lt;br /&gt;- Sport Compact Car&lt;br /&gt;- Stupid Street&lt;br /&gt;- Turbo &amp; High-Tech Performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can now add Modified to this list. So what's left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- D-Sport&lt;br /&gt;- TPR&lt;br /&gt;- C16&lt;br /&gt;- Performance Auto &amp; Sound&lt;br /&gt;- Other crappy magazines that look like they were printed out of someone's garage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fuckin scary to think that all the stuff that people bother to read are going to come from the same fuckin corporate office. We're talkin almost 75%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scary&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-1178566660953213706?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/1178566660953213706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/1178566660953213706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2007/02/imagine.html' title='Imagine...'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-1358640355466265129</id><published>2007-02-06T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:15:55.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Help Me Understand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RchIiDnoXvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FwFrz-qcmAc/s1600-h/bleh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RchIiDnoXvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FwFrz-qcmAc/s400/bleh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028348733883440882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Tanner Foust's driving prowess and results have to do with Memphis Audio? Just because they stuck a fuckin sticker onto his car and dropped some paper, is there some sort of magical connection? Does it make their audio products better? Makes no sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-1358640355466265129?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/1358640355466265129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/1358640355466265129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2007/02/please-help-me-understand.html' title='Please Help Me Understand...'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RchIiDnoXvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FwFrz-qcmAc/s72-c/bleh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-1001906921650951744</id><published>2007-02-04T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:15:56.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Get What You Pay For... Well, Maybe Not</title><content type='html'>Let's face it. Everyone loves free shit. Even if it's a silly ass sticker, people will take it. Why is that? When it comes to car parts, everyone loves free shit even more. I think the mentality is, "Even if this shit is crap, I can still flip da script and sell it on eBay." So you have fuckin idiots left and right tryin to score shit. As far as I can tell, carsponsorships.com is appealing to this dumb ass fuckin mentality and making money off stupid suckas like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RcWrTjnoXtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Si39MXoV4uQ/s1600-h/crap1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027612911496355538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RcWrTjnoXtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Si39MXoV4uQ/s400/crap1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is this site all about? You enter your vehicle information and all these lovely companies are supposed to "sponsor" you. You pay a $89 to "set up" an online portfolio and all this impressive sounding bullshit. So what do you get? Well, seems like they've lined up some GREAT companies by whom you will get "sponsored." Here's a short list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stoner (car care products)&lt;br /&gt;- Metra (mobile audio installation products)&lt;br /&gt;- Max It Out (DVD videos)&lt;br /&gt;- Streetfx (neon shit)&lt;br /&gt;- Vertical doors (self-explanatory)&lt;br /&gt;- Warlock (car alarms)&lt;br /&gt;- Blox (shitty car parts)&lt;br /&gt;- Xtreme Flame Kitz (F&amp;F gay ass exhaust flame shooters)&lt;br /&gt;- Colorstorm (more neon shit)&lt;br /&gt;- Tsunami (mobile audio stuff)&lt;br /&gt;- NCCA (National Custom Car Association... this shit is a farce... but more on that later)&lt;br /&gt;- Peformance Auto &amp;amp; Sound (a magazine... how is a magazine supposed to "sponsor" you? A free subscription?)&lt;br /&gt;- RevPM (body kits... anyone heard of this company before?)&lt;br /&gt;- Monkey Video (what the fuck is this shit?)&lt;br /&gt;- Gila (window tint film)&lt;br /&gt;- Kyowa (some cheap ass wheel company; their shit is probably made in China yet the name tries to imply some sort of Japanese feel... yeah, right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this shit is useless fuckin shit that only a true Need for Speed player could appreciate. They do have some other sponsors which are "okay":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dunlop (I doubt they are giving away Direzza tires, however)&lt;br /&gt;- Blaupunkt (does anyone actually buy their mobile audio products?)&lt;br /&gt;- Fidanza (flywheels &amp;amp; cam gears)&lt;br /&gt;- Wilwood (brakes)&lt;br /&gt;- B+G Suspension (decent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So out of 20+ "sponsors," only 25% offer anything of value... well, maybe not on that front either. None of the decent "sponsors" had a mention of carsponships.com except for Blaunpunkt. Hmm... that's kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A search on the Web returned complaint after complaint from people who had tried to get "sponsored" through this site. They were sent "hundreds of dollars" worth of vinyl stickers and "dealer pricing" on products. Does that sound like "sponsorship" to you? The Better Business Bureau's website doesn't have anything positive to say either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BBB Reliability Report&lt;br /&gt;The Better Business Bureau®&lt;br /&gt;Serving Florida's West Coast&lt;br /&gt;P.O. Box 7950&lt;br /&gt;Clearwater, FL 33758-7950&lt;br /&gt;(727) 535-5522&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carsponsorships.com&lt;br /&gt;1910 Park Meadows Dr&lt;br /&gt;Fort Myers, FL 33907-3740&lt;br /&gt;Telephone: (239) 274-5552&lt;br /&gt;Fax: (239) 277-7955&lt;br /&gt;www.carsponsorships.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BBB reports on members and non-members. If a company is a member of the BBB, it is stated in this report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBB Definition:report - A summary of activity reflected in a company's BBB file. Includes basic business background, BBB membership information, and Bureau complaint activity over the previous three years. Also reports may include any known government actions, advertising issues or other information that results from activity conducted by the BBB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Business Start Date:&lt;br /&gt;December 2004&lt;br /&gt;Principal: Mr. Robert L. Egizi, President&lt;br /&gt;Customer Contact: Mr. Robert L. Egizi, President&lt;br /&gt;TOB Classification: Internet Shopping Services&lt;br /&gt;BBB Membership: This company is not a member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer Experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bureau processed &lt;u&gt;a total of 90 complaints about this company in the last 36 months&lt;/u&gt;, our standard reporting period. Of the total of 90 complaints closed in 36 months, 61 were closed in the last year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little confused. Why would a "sponsorship" site classify itself as an "Internet shopping services" entity? Shopping, eh? That would assume that there's a fair value trade between consumer and seller... except in the case of this site, you have no clue what you are getting when you sign up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let's take a look at the lovely advertisement this company splatters all the over the place. They list the following individuals as their "advisory panel" made up of industry "leaders."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RcWzKDnoXuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/acbfLITY4kM/s1600-h/crap2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027621544380620514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RcWzKDnoXuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/acbfLITY4kM/s400/crap2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Andy Goodman, President of the NCCA... uh huh... anyone who knows da deal knows that a certain someone really decides who wins the big awards at HIN... and it's not this guy. This guy judges car shows. An expert he must be. &lt;br /&gt;- Tom Reece, Product Specialist / Show Coordinator... okay, product specialist for whom? Show coordinator for whom? Has he designed products? Own a manufacturing company? Written a book? Shot phenomenal photos?&lt;br /&gt;- Marc Wallin, Hot Import Nights... okay, so he works for Vision Entertainment so that automatically qualifies him as an "industry leader"? He's some middle-aged guy who, for all any of us knows, works in accouting.&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Tolson, some car owner... okay, so he's an expert too?&lt;br /&gt;- Tajai Das, owner of Acurabot... okay, another car owner... so he's an expert as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck are these people? Who the fuck falls for shit like this? It's bad enough that there are shady shops, parts manufacturers and magazines pushing crappy ass parts unto those who don't know any better. And these aspiring "enthusiasts" are getting shafted the first time around, never to come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all this, this site is recruiting "scouts" to pull in more paying members. From the mechanics of it, it seems like a pyramid scheme... it's encouraging people to draw their family and friends onto this shit and they get a cut of it. Melaluca anyone? 2by2.net anyone? Herbalife anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on all those who are running this fuckin scam. Shame on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-1001906921650951744?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/1001906921650951744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/1001906921650951744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-get-what-you-pay-for-well-maybe-not.html' title='You Get What You Pay For... Well, Maybe Not'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RcWrTjnoXtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Si39MXoV4uQ/s72-c/crap1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-104061371230921310</id><published>2007-01-31T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:15:56.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Smells Funny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RcDts1_-mBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uPNVK92dtkU/s1600-h/bsfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026278538810923026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RcDts1_-mBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uPNVK92dtkU/s400/bsfinal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest cover car on Import Tuner. Claims to make &lt;u&gt;490 WHEEL horsepower on 91 PUMP GAS and only a GT30 turbine&lt;/u&gt;. Something smells really fuckin funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-104061371230921310?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/104061371230921310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/104061371230921310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2007/01/something-smells-funny.html' title='Something Smells Funny...'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RcDts1_-mBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uPNVK92dtkU/s72-c/bsfinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-3439771026669586503</id><published>2007-01-30T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:15:57.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dick in Your Mouth"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rb_41F_-l_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/VRWREPVkpwU/s1600-h/gaping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rb_41F_-l_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/VRWREPVkpwU/s400/gaping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026009300196038642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever watch America's Next Top Model? On that TV show, the judges oftentimes diss on the whores for having "the same look in every photo." In other words, some of these whores aren't versatile enough to create different looks based on the theme of the shoot. They just bang out the same old fuckin look for every photo. A friend of mine reminded me of one in our circles that fits this description to a T. KT, that is. I mean, look at the montage of various photos of her above. She has that same fuckin open, gaping mouth look in every fuckin photo. It's that classic "UH DUH" look. What's her fuckin problem? Is she a babbling, drooling autistic idiot? Why is she posing with her mouth wide open? I think she needs a cock in her mouth. That must be what it is. Oh and you can totally see the massive underbite she has in some of these pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rb_5GF_-mAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1U0yqfViLaU/s1600-h/underbite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rb_5GF_-mAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1U0yqfViLaU/s400/underbite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026009592253814786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-3439771026669586503?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/3439771026669586503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/3439771026669586503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2007/01/dick-in-your-mouth.html' title='&quot;Dick in Your Mouth&quot;'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rb_41F_-l_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/VRWREPVkpwU/s72-c/gaping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-8788445591514425968</id><published>2007-01-29T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:15:58.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Street</title><content type='html'>There are people in the wonderful world of sport compact / import journalism that I truly respect because they love what they do and they do it well. But there are plenty of jackasses as well. A prime example is Stupid Street. The magazine is a piece of shit and so are the editors. Why you ask? There are plenty of reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rb3H1V_-l5I/AAAAAAAAACw/LdCjgtCbyYw/s1600-h/stupid1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025392478467823506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rb3H1V_-l5I/AAAAAAAAACw/LdCjgtCbyYw/s400/stupid1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every fuckin issue, the “editors” love to talk about themselves. What they do, what they don’t like, etc. Does anyone really give a fuck except for the ricer enthusiast who think the words of these “editors” is law? I mean, one “editor” talked about what he’s accomplished in his life. My question is… how much have you added to the GDP? Another “editor” bitches about hotels. Listen… if you don’t like it, then find a different line of work. He speaks as if he’s the only person in the world that deals with problems at hotels. Fuckin idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rb3JJl_-l7I/AAAAAAAAADA/gA7vnktarls/s1600-h/stupid3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rb3JJl_-l7I/AAAAAAAAADA/gA7vnktarls/s400/stupid3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025393925871802290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chief “editor” dedicates an entire column to his newly born son. That’s great. Cuntgratulations. But do I give a fuck about your kid or anyone else's? If I wanted to read about newborns, I’d pick up an issue of &lt;em&gt;Parenthood &lt;/em&gt;magazine, not a car magazine. Get your shit straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rb3KXF_-l8I/AAAAAAAAADI/_mKZ_yl_b44/s1600-h/stupid4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rb3KXF_-l8I/AAAAAAAAADI/_mKZ_yl_b44/s400/stupid4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025395257311664066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This issue of Stupid Street kicks off with photos from a party that they threw. WOW. They threw a party. Who gives a fuck. They pose like they’re fuckin celebrities. Z-list celebrities, that is. They do these little photo set-ups at every Asian-centric club in Hollywood. And there's plenty of Vietnamese mail order bride "models" for your viewing [dis]pleasure. Ain't this fuckin special and worth 2-pages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rb3Iq1_-l6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/WEyaY5BEHHs/s1600-h/stupid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rb3Iq1_-l6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/WEyaY5BEHHs/s400/stupid2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025393397590824866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First feature car is a Mazda wagon from Australia. Eh, the last time I checked, we live in the United States of America. Foreign cars are cool, but the relevance factor is at the bottom of the barrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second feature is on a DC5 “built” by Fred Chang. As we all know, none of the so-called “builders” in the scene actually wrench. They pick parts, ask companies to provide the parts for free or nearly free and ask someone else to put it altogether. Again, how is this fuckin relevant to the reader? If everyone got their shit for free, then it’d be a different world, wouldn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third feature is on an FD3S owned by Nick Fousekis of Falken tires. It’s a cool car, but don’t you wonder why they stuck it in here? That car’s been around since 2000 or so and no one ever ran it. Hmm… could it be because Falken’s a big advertiser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is drag racing in Australia. Nice and all, but this is all at a place thousands of miles away, across the Pacific and in the southern hemisphere. Once again I ask, where’s the relevance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next feature is about some fuckin journalist camp that Dunlop (owned by Goodyear) tires held. Once again, who gives a fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Stupid Street attributes what seems like ½ the issue (would make sense since there are more advertising pages than content pages) to their stupid Nopi tour. Oh yeah, more photos and words pumping themselves as z-list celebs. Fuckin pathetic when you have to tout that you’re a celeb of one form or another. Real celebs don’t have to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rb3LbF_-l9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/KKrbep0iF_g/s1600-h/stupid5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rb3LbF_-l9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/KKrbep0iF_g/s400/stupid5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025396425542768594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a tech feature, they explain how to install some Carbing chassis bars provided by Tein. You have to a complete fuckin moron if you have to read this shit to figure out how to install some lame ass bars. Who’s suckin Tein’s dick? I really wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rb3L_l_-l-I/AAAAAAAAADY/35LVeM41EbU/s1600-h/stupid6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rb3L_l_-l-I/AAAAAAAAADY/35LVeM41EbU/s400/stupid6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025397052607993826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they use 2 full pages to showcase some Volk wheels. Like we haven't seen enough Volk wheels to last a fuckin lifetime. Do you ever wonder why Stupid Street seems to suck so much Volk dick? Well, here’s why. Jonny Wong went to high school with Eddie Lee of Mackin Industries (the company that imports Volk wheels) and they were also in a car crew together. You rarely ever see other wheels being given their true due because of this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they go through readers’ rides, which is one yawn after another, since without anyone’s knowledge, someone elected one of the “editors” at the final voice in determining whether a reader’s ride is cool or not. Okay, Simon. I guess we did elect you president while we were sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final feature is a car owned by the brother of the import marketing dude at Autometer. I think you’re smart enough to figure out why / how this car ended up in Stupid Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, Stupid Street is just full of mutual masturbation / cock sucking bullshit. Readers don’t have a fuckin chance in hell of getting their car featured because the “editors” are busy talking about themselves, sucking advertisers’ dicks or featuring shit that has no relevance to the typical reader in middle America. As a matter of fact, this fuckin “magazine” is the best example of how the advertising sales department drives the content. What a fuckin piece of shit magazine. So good job, Stupid Street. Good job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-8788445591514425968?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/8788445591514425968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/8788445591514425968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2006/12/stupid-street.html' title='Stupid Street'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/Rb3H1V_-l5I/AAAAAAAAACw/LdCjgtCbyYw/s72-c/stupid1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-3917901048631092509</id><published>2007-01-29T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T02:05:07.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Siu of Modified... How about some fact-checking?</title><content type='html'>It's fuckin annoying when you read a magazine and it's blatant that the writer has done absolutely no fact checking whatsoever. This guy keeps referring to HKS Kansai Service products as HKS products. Uh, listen buddy... HKS Kansai Service isn't owned by HKS. They're just one of many HKS-designated "master shops" located througout Japan. HKS Kyushu Service, HKS Hokkaido Service and so on. Ring a bell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get your oil changed at a Mobil station, it doesn't mean ExxonMobil actually did your oil change. It's Habib who works at the Mobil station that did the oil change. This guy's made this damn mistake 3 times in 3 consecutive issues. Try a little fact checking. If you're a so-called "journalist," you're doing one hell of a disservice by not knowing what the fuck you're talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-3917901048631092509?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/3917901048631092509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/3917901048631092509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2007/01/jason-siu-of-modified-how-about-some.html' title='Jason Siu of Modified... How about some fact-checking?'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-2579882766229289012</id><published>2007-01-02T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:15:58.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw, hell no!</title><content type='html'>Look at this whore who calls herself a model. God damn... look at that face. Looks like a cross between the aliens on "Independence Day" and a fuckin chimp. Fuckin ugly as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RZoR_j6ZMyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xf78SAjyZ8I/s1600-h/ugly1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015340918700061474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RZoR_j6ZMyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xf78SAjyZ8I/s400/ugly1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this kind of fugliness turns you on, more power to you. And make sure to rub one out looking at more of her fuckin ugly ass at &lt;a href="http://www.modelgraphy.com/us/msrenee.html"&gt;http://www.modelgraphy.com/us/msrenee.html&lt;/a&gt;. Consider it a late Christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a bonus, here's another "model" for your visual senses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RZoURT6ZMzI/AAAAAAAAACc/hzlQZ4pE1So/s1600-h/fingers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015343422665995058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RZoURT6ZMzI/AAAAAAAAACc/hzlQZ4pE1So/s400/fingers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the city of Chicago, we present... Another Fuckin Asian Chick Who Has No Clue How to Apply Make Up AND Calls Herself a Model. Is it just me or do her fingers look awfully fuckin weird? Would you like to see those fingers wrapped around your cock during a handjob? Hahah. Who are these "photographers" who tell these ugly whores that they're good enough to be "models?" Check out more of this girl's "beauty" at &lt;a href="http://www.modelgraphy.com/us/nikki_ko.html"&gt;http://www.modelgraphy.com/us/nikki_ko.html&lt;/a&gt;. Rub one out to her pics too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-2579882766229289012?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/2579882766229289012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/2579882766229289012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2007/01/aw-hell-no.html' title='Aw, hell no!'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RZoR_j6ZMyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xf78SAjyZ8I/s72-c/ugly1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-3051368707153897986</id><published>2007-01-01T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:15:58.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Magazines and "Editors" v.1</title><content type='html'>First off, happy new year, bitches! Okay, onto business we go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm perusing through the latest issue of Import Tuner (February 2007 edition) and I noticed something. Are these guys fuckin journalists? Much like competing magazines, they can't spell, they can't put together a coherent bit nor can they avoid run on sentences. But what really gets me is... they have no fuckin clue. Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RZoJpj6ZMuI/AAAAAAAAABc/Wxn4-qfSCCU/s1600-h/it1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RZoMNT6ZMxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RT3oHr04IO4/s1600-h/it1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015334557853496082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RZoMNT6ZMxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RT3oHr04IO4/s400/it1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, this "editor" speaks highly of the Fit, saying it's this and that. My opinion? It's a slow ass piece of shit microcar. Anyways, this "editor" writes of the Fit as if Honda has been sucking his cock. Or is he making a rather weak attempt at sucking their cock through these pages so he can score one for himself? Who knows. Anyways, he writes:"The Honda Fit models sold in the US are equipped with a 1.5L, SOHC, 16-valve 4-cylinder VTEC [sounds awfully similar to old single cam Honda engines, no?] engine that generates 108 horsepower and 105lb-ft of torque. &lt;u&gt;While horsepower numbers are nothing to brag about to your friends, the Fit has quickly established itself as the new cult icon among Honda enthusiasts around the world.&lt;/u&gt; [And based on what evidence does he assert this?] Boasting amazing 38mpg fuel efficiency [Diesel microcars in Europe can get up to 80mpg, you fuckin nimrod, so that 38 isn't very impressive]... &lt;u&gt;With the increase in popularity among the Honda Fit, we found it only &lt;b&gt;logical&lt;/b&gt; [What are you? Fuckin Mister Spock?] to perform a Power Page test to see how the newest Honda would respond with some aftermarket bolt-on components."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fair enough... BUT... in the next feature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit II:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RZoL4z6ZMwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/q4M4k5Hrjfk/s1600-h/it2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015334205666177794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RZoL4z6ZMwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/q4M4k5Hrjfk/s400/it2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same "editor" is now talking about the GReddy turbo kit for the Scion tC. I don't really give a fuck, cuz the tC is a bitch's car anyways and any guy that drives one should hide his fuckin head in shame when on public or private roads. But anyways... This "editor" writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How does a vehicle that whimpers to the tone of 80hp sound to you? &lt;u&gt;Unimpressed? We sure are, regardless of the fact that these 'cute' looking vehicles are chugging along on our freeways, sporting a 37mpg fuel-efficient engine.&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so let me get this straight. You think it was only "logical" to do a Power Pages write-up on the Fit, with its great fuel efficiency, yet you bash the same concept in the next article because you're blowing Mike Chung too? Are you confused? What's the message here? Do you like sucking dick or not? What a faggot, this "editor." Contradicts his own words in the same issue, in a subsequent feature no less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you notice in the Fit feature, they list the name of the car owner. Do we give a flying fuck who owns this or any other car in these "Power Pages?" Who the hell is Sheng Chao? Did he / she - get an American name, you fuck... you don't live in China - suck dick to get these piece of shit parts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, folks. Import / sport compact magazine "editors" are NOT journalists. Hell, I'd be willing to bet that more than 1/2 never even graduated from (let alone attend) college. High school grads are usually relegated to flipping burgers at your local Mickey D's, but in the case of these "editors" it's okay for them to tell you what's cool, what's not cool, explain the technical workings of a turbo engine and so on? Nigga puhleeze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-3051368707153897986?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/3051368707153897986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/3051368707153897986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2007/01/stupid-magazines-and-editors-v1.html' title='Stupid Magazines and &quot;Editors&quot; v.1'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RZoMNT6ZMxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RT3oHr04IO4/s72-c/it1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-4867493613509029416</id><published>2006-12-28T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T18:42:43.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ray's Engineering = F1? Hahahah</title><content type='html'>Happy new year, car enthusiasts. As 2007 approaches us, Ray's Engineering / Volk Racing wheels, nee Mackin Industries in the US (their master distributor), is heavily pushing this concept of Ray's Engineering being an F1 supplier. All I can say is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGGA PUHLEEZE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's the case, then Fondmetal wheels must be the best wheels in the world! OZ wheels too! Hell, Fondmetal even had an F1 team back in the day. Believe me, Fondmetal F1 was an even lower budget operation than Minardi F1. That is saying a lot! So what's the big fucking deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enkei has been in F1 a LOT longer than Ray's has. So why is Ray's making such a big hoopla? First year in F1 and they're touting that they are "special"? And they're supplying to Williams F1, which hasn't seen an FIA Formula 1 driver's championship or a driver's championship, let alone a winner's position on the podium, since when? Once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGGA PUHLEEZE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-4867493613509029416?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/4867493613509029416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/4867493613509029416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2006/12/rays-engineering-f1-hahahah.html' title='Ray&apos;s Engineering = F1? Hahahah'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-8072393568562692411</id><published>2006-12-08T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:15:58.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at First Sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RXk7QAMin-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/7FYXPmp_K7A/s1600-h/nisei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006097606915563490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RXk7QAMin-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/7FYXPmp_K7A/s400/nisei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't really see her face so I can't figure out how attractive she may be. However... Big tits + fat ass + fat ITBs = heaven on a bun. Yum yum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-8072393568562692411?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/8072393568562692411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/8072393568562692411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love at First Sight'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RXk7QAMin-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/7FYXPmp_K7A/s72-c/nisei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-3882053921622217650</id><published>2006-12-06T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:15:59.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, okay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RXcerwMin7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qq3Z7D82XmM/s1600-h/jennychu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005503247866306482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RXcerwMin7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qq3Z7D82XmM/s400/jennychu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Chu. People call her... or did she start calling herself... a "model." Don't you have to be at least good looking to be a model? Maybe hot as fuck / gorgeous? This girl looks like Shrek. Shrek is an ugly ogre, a cartoon character. You be the judge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-3882053921622217650?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/3882053921622217650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/3882053921622217650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2006/12/yeah-okay.html' title='Yeah, okay...'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RXcerwMin7I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Qq3Z7D82XmM/s72-c/jennychu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-8836205779642386068</id><published>2006-12-05T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:15:59.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiots on the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RXYBp4jk4PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uDpFbWzXnuE/s1600-h/keeplife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005189854936752370" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RXYBp4jk4PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uDpFbWzXnuE/s400/keeplife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see so many fuckin idiots on the road and it seems ever more the case during the holiday season. I saw a Maxima smashed into a parked car. Of course, the drunk asshole - how do I know the driver was drunk? Who else abandons their car like that?? - was nowhere to be found. He / she just left the car there, 1/2 way on the sidewalk. Fuckin idiots. A few weeks ago, I saw a girl standing in the middle of the intersection at 2 in the morning after she had smashed her brand new IS250 into another car. Drunk ass whore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be careful, don't let that fool in the hooptie DC1 Integ with the shopping cart rear spoiler, Tenzo wheels and APC taillights motivate you to step on the gas. Why waste the time, effort and petrol to fuck around with a car that's not even worthy? Don't drink your ass off and not expect to get into some trouble or another. I know what you're saying... "I've never been caught before." Well, knock on wood mother fucker. It's a numbers game and you will eventually kill someone, kill yourself and / or get busted by FIVE-O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-8836205779642386068?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/8836205779642386068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/8836205779642386068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2006/12/idiots-on-road.html' title='Idiots on the Road'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlCA3Oq0raM/RXYBp4jk4PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uDpFbWzXnuE/s72-c/keeplife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4310013680864208315.post-4868117117853308362</id><published>2006-12-04T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T02:40:00.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Import "Models"</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder... who are these bitches? How in the world do they call themselves and / or become import "models"? Just cuz they stuffed 550cc's of saline or silicone, they're all of a sudden "models"? Whose dick(s) are they sucking? Do they truly lead a "glamorous" life or are they just undereducated, broke ass hoes who front like there's no tomorrow? Some of this shit will be revealed... Stay tuned.&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_uacct = "UA-1395935-1";&lt;br /&gt;urchinTracker();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4310013680864208315-4868117117853308362?l=datruthcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/4868117117853308362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4310013680864208315/posts/default/4868117117853308362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datruthcometh.blogspot.com/2006/12/import-models.html' title='Import &quot;Models&quot;'/><author><name>DaMessenjah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
