Tag: trench reynolds

  • A story of the south

    I love living in the south but the locals know next to nothing about good pizza. They prefer The Hut to most anything else. However, a few years ago some guys from Brooklyn opened a real pizza parlor in my town. I was in there about a year ago when I was waiting in line to pick up my pizzas. The guy behind the counter said to a female customer in front of me “Ok, here are your pies.” The woman said “I didn’t order pies. I ordered pizza.” I about fell over trying not to laugh in this woman’s face.

  • Gas Panic

    Gas Panic

    This is the first time and last time you’ll see me talking about gas prices, unless to tell you what some assclown did because of it.

    Now I’m sure this is going on all over the south tonight, but I specifically want to address the people of Charlotte, NC and the surrounding areas who rushed to the gas pumps today because of the downed pipelines in Louisiana…

    *ahem*

    You’re all a bunch of fucking idiots.

    You all panicked, thinking the area was going to run out of gas. So what do you do? You rush to the gas pumps to quicken the depletion. Did you ever think to conserve gas? How about driving less? Maybe not using your car’s air conditioner. No, you didn’t. You bought into the fucking hype. And I really wonder how many of you had an actual urgent need for gas and how many of you still had 3/4 of a tank.

    If Charlotte runs out of gas, it’s your fault.

    Assclowns.

  • Roundtable

    Roundtable

    Bookhouse Boy from The Crime Spree has posted a crimeblogging roundtable that took place between Bookhouse Boy, myself, the telegenic Steve Huff, and the lovely and talented Laura James.

    Of course, all my answers are oversimplified and make me sound like an idiot compared to the others, but it’s a good read nonetheless. I’m hoping one day soon we can all get together on some kind of voice chat and record it for a podcast.

  • Trench in the media…yet again

    Trench in the media…yet again

    Online, teen is praised for alleged bomb plot:

    Well, well, well. Look who made it into the media again. Yours truly. This time for the Andrew Osantowski case. But it’s factually incorrect as usual. While I appreciate that the article is trying to show how that there are kids like Osantowski out there that worship the Columbine killers, I have to take the Detroit Free Press to task for a couple of things…

    “I don’t know about the rest of you mindless self-righteous people out there, but I, for one, salute Mr. Osantowski,” a posting signed by someone identified as The_Grandest_Dragon wrote on the Web site The Trenchcoat Chronicles .

    The domain name is taken from the Trench Coat Mafia, a group Klebold and Harris belonged to. Although the site’s keeper apparently condemns their killing spree — America’s deadliest school shooting — many postings on the site defend them.

    First off, my domain name does not come from “The Trenchcoat Mafia”. I’ve been referring to myself as “TheTrenchcoat” online since 1997.  Secondly, the commenter who called himself The_Grandest_Dragon did, in fact, make that comment, but in his defense he also made the following comment in the same entry the first comment is taken from…

    I have been reading your sight for quite some time now, and yeah i guess it has sunk in that im in the wrong. You are right trench, everyone you have talked about on this site, what they have done did nothing to make their lives or anyone else’s any better, and i guess life is just too short to hate everything all the time. Sorry about posting twice, i had a couple of ones after the exlcamation marks, i pressed stop but i guess it went through anyways. You where right and im sorry.

    Comment by The_Grandest_Dragon — Friday Sep 24, 2004

    Lastly, while the article does correctly state that I do condemn the Columbine killings, that point can’t be stressed enough, the impression the article gives me is that I somehow encourage the pro-Harris and Klebold comments that are left on my site. Nothing could be further from the truth.

    While I do attract a large number of what I call “mutants” I leave their comments on my site for a reason. Part of what I’m trying to do here is to show parents and educators that there are kids out there that worship the Columbine killers. Check any one of my entries about Columbine or the mail I receive. Any one of these kids might be your son, daughter, relative, or student. It’s a growing problem that can’t be ignored.

    So, If anyone coming to my site from the Detroit Free Press is now aware of the problem that I’m trying to expose, then the article has served a purpose. Other than that, being falsely misrepresented in the media? Yeah, I don’t know what that’s like.

    And please do not e-mail the author of the article. I have already done so, expressing my concerns.

    UPDATE: I exchanged e-mails with the author of the article, and she was willing to rectify the situation. Also, I accidentally deleted some comments from this entry. I’m monkeying with a new spam blocker and it may have deleted some comments.

  • Happy Anniversary

    Happy Anniversary

    Tomorrow, September 28, in the year of our Lord 2002, marks the 5th anniversary of my website in some form or another. And since I don’t post on Saturdays right now, I’m going to celebrate today. It all started 5 years ago on a crappy little Tripod site that was started for me by a woman who called herself Sentira. She was the artist behind the original “TheTrenchcoat” picture. So Sentira if you’re out there somewhere reading this, thank you. And since that day I’ve been addicted to making and maintaining my websites.

    First, there was “The Lair of TheTrenchcoat” which also contained some of my (ugh)poetry. Then I started writing more, and I split the site in two and had The Lair plus “The Written Works of TheTrenchcoat” which were two completely different sites. Then Columbine happened, and I landed on the front page of the Washington comPost, so I decided to lie low. I changed the site to “Patrick Black: The Usual Suspect”. Then I changed it to “Suspect’s Symphony of Sychosis”. And eventually, I changed it to “The Written Works of the 13th Suspect”. After a while, I got tired of being a suspect and wanted to be a good guy again. So then I started “Patrick Black’s No Cure for Cancer” which for the first time featured a rant section. Then a friend of mine told me about Namezero which at the time was offering free top-level domain names. So I registered TheTrenchcoat.Org and split the sites up again into “The Written Works of TheTrenchcoat” and “The Gospel According to Vigilante 13”. Having 2 different names for the same persona didn’t last long, and I changed it to “The Gospel of TheTrenchcoat”. And those two stayed that way for a while. Then I tried my hand at a Real Audio music site called “Radio Free Trenchcoat” so now I had three separate sites. Then in April 2001, I signed up with Xanga and registered the domain name of thetrenchcoat.com. The idea was to have the Xanga site be a portal to my other three sites. That didn’t work out. So I combined “Gospel” and “Written” into “TheTrenchcoat Anthology” under thetrenchcoat.com and killed the music site. Then I found out how to host my own blog and added it to “The Anthology”. I made the blog the front page of the site, which is now what you see before you…”TheTrenchcoat Chronicles”. And in another year I’ll probably be calling it something else.

    And I’ve used several different web hosts as well. Tripod, Geocities, WBS/Go.com, Angelfire, Freeservers, 0catch, and V3 Space. And let me tell you, a paid host is the way to go.

  • Columbine Backlash

    Columbine Backlash

    (A year after Columbine I wrote this as my reaction to being improperly associated with the gunmen. You have to keep in mind I was suffering deeply from depression at the time. I now realize that the problems I went through at the time were mostly my fault.)

    I thought I’d open my first rant with a personal story about what happened to me after Columbine. But first click here to read the Washington Post article where my site was mentioned.

    Are you back? Ok. Good. After that article was printed, I e-mailed the reporter letting him know that I didn’t appreciate being connected to such a senseless and tragic event. Also, I didn’t appreciate one of my works being taken out of context. As an aside, “Death Of A Jester” was written about me becoming more serious in my professional life instead of trying to be funny all the time. Instead of receiving an apology, I received this:

    “Thanks very much for your note. I’d be most appreciative if you could call me at 202 XXX XXXX to discuss your site and the meaning of the Trenchcoat.”

    My reply was to him a polite thanks, but you’ve ruined my life enough. Suffice to say I never called. An apology was never given, a retraction never printed.

    I’ve been told that other media outlets also mentioned my site. Such as CNN, ABC, the BBC, etc. But the reason I always single out The Post is that it’s the only one I have concrete proof of my writing being used without my permission.

    Now, The Post was the newspaper that broke the Watergate scandal back in the 70s and caused the downfall of a president. Fast-forward 25 years, and their investigative skills consist of paraphrasing an internet “poet” to make good copy. If Woodward and Bernstein were dead, they’d be rolling in their graves. Also, notice he didn’t quote any of my writings about love or dreams. That wouldn’t have been a “story”.

    After receiving the death threats and having my friends threatened, I kind of had other things on my mind. It affected me at my job. I ended up losing a major account for the company I worked for. My blunder cost the company thousands. Needless to say, I was no longer employed after that. Then I couldn’t find a job. Then my car was repossessed. Then I was evicted. I was about to go live on the streets, but luckily, my family was willing to take me in, but they lived 642 miles away. Which meant leaving my girlfriend behind. That was 8 months ago. Strangely enough, we’re still together.

    Anyway, Mr. Reporter, you want to know the meaning of TheTrenchcoat, well, here it is. As I’ve mentioned several times, growing up, all my heroes wore trench coats. When I finally got one of my own at 17, it felt great. To me, it was like wearing a cape, like I was Batman. It gave me confidence, women started noticing me more, and it looks damn cool. That’s it. That’s the big answer you were looking for. Thanks again for ruining my life.

    The point? There is none. This is just something I had to get off my chest. If there is any point, it’s probably, don’t believe everything you read…especially in The Post.

  • The Washington Post Article

    The Washington Post Article

    (This was the Washington Post Article from the day after Columbine that got me started on my strange journey.)

    Gunmen Recalled as Outcasts

    By Marc Fisher
    Washington Post Staff Writer
    Wednesday, April 21, 1999; Page A1

    The shooters who turned Columbine High School into an unspeakable landscape of carnage yesterday were members of a small clique of outcasts who always wore black trench coats and spent their entire adolescence deep inside the morose subculture of Gothic fantasy, their fellow students said.

    Students at the Colorado school said the gunmen, whom police say may have turned their weapons on themselves after killing as many as 25 of their schoolmates and teachers, were a constant target of derision for at least four years.

    “They’re basically outcasts, Gothic people,” said Peter Maher, a junior who had a confrontation last July 4 with the shooters and several of their fellow members of the “Trench Coat Mafia,” the black-clad teenagers’ name for their clique. “They’re into anarchy. They’re white supremacists and they’re into Nostradamus stuff and Doomsday.”

    Several students said the shooters ? whose names were withheld by police but who are believed to have graduated from Columbine last year ? were deeply into death ? talking, reading and dreaming about it.

    Black trench coats are a consistent theme in the Gothic subculture that has attracted many teenagers to the poetry, music and costumes of a scene that ranges from benign fantasy to violent reality.

    Inspired by fantasy games such as Dungeons and Dragons, Gothic has become a fascination of many American high schoolers, some of whom simply dress and paint their fingernails black while others immerse themselves in a pseudo-medieval world of dark images.

    On Web sites featuring poetry called “The Written Work of the Trenchcoat” and in political tracts and other elements of the conspiratorial imagination, trench coats serve as a symbol for things from Hitler and the Nazis to mass murder to suicidal fantasies. Yesterday was Hitler’s birthday, an occasion for demonstrations, mock funerals and other macabre commemorations among both neo-Nazis and parts of the Gothic scene.

    When the young men started shooting yesterday, tenth-grader Mindy Pollock was in the school parking lot. She saw two shooters firing their guns repeatedly, and she watched as her fellow students dropped to the pavement.

    She said she couldn’t believe it was real, especially since she had once before seen this same boy pull a gun on some of her friends. “The one with the handgun today pulled a shotgun on my friends once. He said he was sick of being made fun of,” she said. “He said, ‘I’ll shoot you, I’ll shoot you.’” Pollock said her friends tried to calm the boy and then ran from him.

    Maher and two of his friends were at a fireworks stand in Littleton July 4 when the Trench Coat Mafia boys approached them and said they had a shotgun. Maher and his friends saw no gun, but the trench coat boys did pull knives and tried to fight with the others. Maher said he and his friends had had no previous contact with the boys in black.

    “We didn’t want to fight, so we talked to them for a while and then we just got out of there,” Maher said.

    Several students described the Trench Coat Mafia members in similar terms: They wore their trench coats every day, no matter the weather, even in class. Under the coats, they dressed in black from head to toe ? military berets, T-shirts, jeans, combat boots. Red shoelaces and the occasional Confederate flag patch were the only departure from the dark theme.

    “They were kind of the freaks of the school,” said Kendra Curry, a senior.

    Pollock and other students described the Trench Coat Mafia as a group of perhaps six to ten students who were constantly being ribbed by the school’s athletes and other, more popular cliques.

    “The athletes and stuff are really popular,” Pollock said. “They make fun of me all the time because I wear bell-bottoms and I’m a little hippy girl. And they’d make fun of the Trench Coat Mafia. They’d say, ‘White trash,’ and ‘Why don’t you comb your hair?’ and ‘Are you Gothic, man?’ and ‘You need some new clothes.’ Just stupid teenage stuff.”

    Maher, too, said athletes at Columbine routinely teased the trench-coated students, muttering “Goth” every time they passed one another in the hallways.

    Students said the Gothic look appeals only to a tiny minority of young people in the Denver suburb. “They kind of stay by themselves,” said junior Evan Vitale. “They always have the neo-Nazi look, so we were talking about them and Hitler’s birthday even before the shooting started. Everybody knew it was Hitler’s birthday.”

    On one such Web site, a skeleton dances over a raging inferno and the words “The Trenchcoat.” Below, a poem called “Death of a Jester” includes these lines:

    “There will be no performance today/There will be no curtain call/He can no longer perform for you/So witness the grandest spectacle of all/It’s a one night engagement/So make your way to the front row/It’s the death of a jester/It’s one dead man’s show.

    “There are no mourners today/Only spectators at the scene/Relishing in this bizarre event . . . /He died from no acclaim/I heard his dying words/As his final breath he gave/He wanted to be taken seriously/Now he’s taken to the grave.”

    © Copyright 1999 The Washington Post Company