If you've taken the time to visit some of the blogs I listed here, you will see a pattern:
1. Lies...mostly about wives (and their deaths), nieces who are actually offspring (MacKinzie) and the whoppers about the military
2. Drugs...self-inflcited wounds (to get drugs and collaborate 'war' stories) and drug seeking behavior; specifically, an addiction to hydrocodone.
3. Drama...seems to always need an audience (be it in person, on a forum or readers of a blog)
4. Prose and Charm...he writes well, and communicates even better
He is currently using the emails: aintneverscared@gmail.com and d-boyjake@hotmail.com and if you care to google those emails, you find some really weird stuff.
I am now going to direct you to a few websites to demonstrate all of the above. For those of you 'veterans' to the circus that is Ron, this might be new information...and it might be playing out this way BECAUSE of you. See, I think all the blogs and posts on forums by/for/about Ron 'Jawa' Arlt has ruined his ability to use that name.
He had to reinvent himself (Jake, Jake Hunter, Jake Arlt, Captain Tanner Scott) to get away from the shame of his own name....lmao...but the MO is the same, the lies are similar enough to show the connection and he is haunting the same places (which is where I stumbled across him, but more on that later). Meaning, he's still haunting IT forums, Paintball forums and here recently, drug forums.
Attention. This is your personal attendant speaking: Please fasten your seatbelts, keep your arms and legs inside the car at all times, and prepare yourself for a bumpy ride.
http://www.stopdrugprohibition.com/Community/showthread.php?t=1357 Where he 'committed suicide' since I guess that's what Army junkies do when they can't 'cope with civilian life.
http://forum.opiophile.org/showthread.php?t=19674
http://forum.opiophile.org/showthread.php?t=17595&page=2 Does this sound familar? It should...drunk driver killed his wife again on New Year's Eve.
http://forum.opiophile.org/showthread.php?t=17520 One of my favorites! He was going to Law school at USC before he killed himself (I mean, before he went to jail).
http://forum.opiophile.org/showthread.php?t=17387 Wait, why go to Law school when the military already paid for two degrees?
http://forum.opiophile.org/showthread.php?t=17862&page=2 Tracking in excel spreadsheet? WTF?
http://forum.opiophile.org/showthread.php?t=15770 Poaching? He started the topic, but sure you scroll down and read the essay on 'Why I do it,' which he used to have posted here, but deleted. Glad Ron likes to recycle, huh?
http://forum.opiophile.org/showthread.php?t=15801 Talking about the drugs from the doctor he reviewed in the next link, maybe?
http://local.yahoo.com/profile?target=aX3e5wxeCep6VYjshn1CtFKvI1ZZj&tab=reviews
http://www.putfile.com/album/190627 With pictures of said drugs even? What a dumbass!
And just in case you're not sure I'm talking about the right person:
http://www.putfile.com/pic/8073742
I think that's enough for tonight. Tomorrow we'll start Act II of the Ron/Jake Circus!
Monday, January 12, 2009
I'm not the only one who doesn't like a fake, Ron
http://www.pownetwork.org/phonies/phonies1051.htm
Scroll down to ARLT and you'll see the following:
http://www.pownetwork.org/phonies/phonies409.htm
Scroll down to ARLT and you'll see the following:
http://www.pownetwork.org/phonies/phonies409.htm
And our 'brother' speaks...
To Whom It May Concern:
It’s taken me awhile to decide what I should put here. I only came across this blog a few weeks ago, and it’s been really hard for me to get through all of my Brother’s posts. I’ve heard most of them before, but it was still painful to hear them again. I knew that Jake was hurting, but I had no idea how deep that hurt lived.
My Brother took his own life back in September. The email he sent me explained his reasons, and while I want to disagree with all of them the only thing I really can do is hope and pray that Jake finally found some peace. If anyone deserved it, Jake did.
He’s with his friends now, which is exactly where he’s always wanted to be.
This blog will obviously not be updated any longer. I considered copying entries from his journal onto here as a way to preserve his memory and the sacrifices he made, but I think it’d be just way too hard on me.
As to the people who read this blog, on behalf of my family and myself, thank you for the kind words you gave to Jake.
Jake's life was summed up perfectly by one of his friend during his funeral. "Jake was the Infidel that neither bullets nor bombs could kill. The only person strong enough and capable enough of taking Jake's life was Jake himself".
Rest easy Brother.
Take Care,xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
It’s taken me awhile to decide what I should put here. I only came across this blog a few weeks ago, and it’s been really hard for me to get through all of my Brother’s posts. I’ve heard most of them before, but it was still painful to hear them again. I knew that Jake was hurting, but I had no idea how deep that hurt lived.
My Brother took his own life back in September. The email he sent me explained his reasons, and while I want to disagree with all of them the only thing I really can do is hope and pray that Jake finally found some peace. If anyone deserved it, Jake did.
He’s with his friends now, which is exactly where he’s always wanted to be.
This blog will obviously not be updated any longer. I considered copying entries from his journal onto here as a way to preserve his memory and the sacrifices he made, but I think it’d be just way too hard on me.
As to the people who read this blog, on behalf of my family and myself, thank you for the kind words you gave to Jake.
Jake's life was summed up perfectly by one of his friend during his funeral. "Jake was the Infidel that neither bullets nor bombs could kill. The only person strong enough and capable enough of taking Jake's life was Jake himself".
Rest easy Brother.
Take Care,xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Remember when this was here?
"The documentation of a horribly damaged soldier, trying to adapt, and live, in a world that is often confusing.
I tried really hard to die over there. But somehow... I lived...
And here I sit. Struggling daily to live life as a civilian.
A lot of people think I'm crazy.
I'm not... I just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century. I'd be right at home on some ancient battlefield swinging an axe into somebody's face. Or in a Roman arena, taking my sword to other gladiators like me.
My life is violence.
I'm lost...
I do not belong to anything, nor to anyone.
About Me...
As stated in my final discharge psych evaluation from the U.S. Army..."Captain (Jake) is a mass of contradictions. There's a subsurface violence almost always in control, but very much alive. There's also a pensiveness that seems sometimes painful, though Captain (Jake) rarely gives vent to the anger that pain provokes."
Those are really big words that simply mean I'm mentally unbalanced, but not in a "grab a rifle, climb a tower" kind of way.
I spent 17 years in the U.S. Army, and saw combat in Kuwait, Central America, Somalia, Haiti, Bosnia, Kosovo, Iraq and Afghanistan.
I've killed people. I've been shot and blown up, and I've watched too many of my friends die. At this point I have more dead friends than live ones.
I just recently retired from the Army after a rather brutal injury suffered in Iraq. All of my adult life; all of the formative years anyways, were spent in the Army, in one combat zone or another. Because of this, my view on life differs greatly from the average civilian.
This Blog is my attempt to make sense of the chaos I live in, and my daily fight for control.
I tried really hard to die over there. But somehow... I lived...
And here I sit. Struggling daily to live life as a civilian.
A lot of people think I'm crazy.
I'm not... I just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century. I'd be right at home on some ancient battlefield swinging an axe into somebody's face. Or in a Roman arena, taking my sword to other gladiators like me.
My life is violence.
I'm lost...
I do not belong to anything, nor to anyone.
About Me...
As stated in my final discharge psych evaluation from the U.S. Army..."Captain (Jake) is a mass of contradictions. There's a subsurface violence almost always in control, but very much alive. There's also a pensiveness that seems sometimes painful, though Captain (Jake) rarely gives vent to the anger that pain provokes."
Those are really big words that simply mean I'm mentally unbalanced, but not in a "grab a rifle, climb a tower" kind of way.
I spent 17 years in the U.S. Army, and saw combat in Kuwait, Central America, Somalia, Haiti, Bosnia, Kosovo, Iraq and Afghanistan.
I've killed people. I've been shot and blown up, and I've watched too many of my friends die. At this point I have more dead friends than live ones.
I just recently retired from the Army after a rather brutal injury suffered in Iraq. All of my adult life; all of the formative years anyways, were spent in the Army, in one combat zone or another. Because of this, my view on life differs greatly from the average civilian.
This Blog is my attempt to make sense of the chaos I live in, and my daily fight for control.
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