The Josh Innes Show - Random Thoughts: I Quit Another Social Media

Episode Date: October 31, 2022

Hi All! Well, over the weekend I decided to leave another social media platform...Facebook. At first it was just the fan page. But, this morning I decided to do away with my personal page as well. You can judge me for it. That's fine. I just struggle to understand people. I don't know why I try. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Go, go, Astros! Let's go! Game three tonight! Here come the Astros, burning with desire. Here come the Astros, breathing orange fire. Here come the Astros, with winning on their mind. Here come the Astros, number one every time. Go, go, Astros. Go, go, Astros.

Man, I am ready for game three, a game that hopefully the Astros are going to win. I think they have a pretty good pitching advantage, at least starting pitching-wise. Through the next couple games, Fromber was awesome. Haven't had a chance to talk about Fromber. We'll get into that here in a second. But, boy, it would be great. You know what? I want them to win the next three, and I want them to win it in Philadelphia.

I want McDougal to have to sit there in his overpriced seat and watch the Astros celebrate on his field. That's what I want McDougal to have to sit there in his overpriced seat and watch the Astros celebrate on his field. That's what I want. You know, I'm in a really weird spot. We've talked about this on the pod here recently, but I'm in a weird spot because I have a lot of friends in Philadelphia. A good number of them. Taz and Mac over at the Moose, JP and Cindy. There's a lot of people who I like and care about and genuinely love as people. And I hope I'm not losing them based on my vendetta with McDougal and my fight with McDougal. But it's gotten real, real personal with people on my social media, and that's why I've deleted all of it.

I deleted Twitter last week, as we've discussed. I didn't feel that it was good for my mental health, if you will, to be on there at the time during this whole thing. And it wasn't just that, though. I mean, it was a bigger picture thing that I've been thinking about for a while. I just think it's not even Philly-related stuff. It's just so much negativity, and it puts me in a bad head space that I start finding like I'm just angry about everything. So I didn't want to be on there anymore and be angry about everything all the time.

It's just not what I wanted to do. So I got off of there. And then I started going to Facebook and just messing with people, going back and forth, posting pictures of Philly stuff, posting pictures of Houston stuff. Ha ha, it's funny. But the thing about McDougal is, and really McDougal and everybody on social media, I shouldn't just be unfair to McDougal. But McDougal in particular takes everything personal. Like it's an affront to McDougal when you're not a fan of McDougal's team, right?

You're a fraud if you're not a fan of his team, right? So on Facebook, now admittedly, I was trolling during this because I just decided to. Let me rewind. You want to know why I decided to start fucking trolling people on this? Because all I did was like two weeks ago, I posted a picture of me rooting for the Cardinals. Didn't say anything negative about Philadelphia. Didn't crap on Philadelphia. Didn't shit on the fans. Didn't shit on anybody.

All he did was posted a picture of me in a Cardinals shirt saying let's go Cardinals. And somehow McDougal reads that as a prediction that the Cardinals would win, which I said they would lose. Go back and listen. I was very concerned about it. I said they would lose and they did. It is

just me being a fan. Why am I not allowed to be a fan? These are the weird questions I have to ask myself as I do therapy with you guys every day. These are the questions I have to ask myself and I get frustrated and I fight over it with people. Why can't I just be a fan of a team? You want to talk a little shit about the team's little back and forth? Ha ha, that's funny.

Why is it that it is so incredibly personal? So when I posted that picture, I thought hey, ha ha, go Phillies, whatever. I didn't anticipate it would be a long line of just angry, vile, personal attacks. And it was at that moment I decided, fuck these people. I really just want them to lose, which, okay, fine. But that was the moment that I decided if this thing continues with them, I'm going to fuck with them.

And I'm going to tell them everything I think about them and how much I fucking hate them and how I hate having to try to pander to you fucking people. That's why I decided to do what I'm doing now, which was just fucking with people. By the way, at no point in any of my actual posts did I say anything personal about anyone. It's, hey, it's a picture of Luther. Oh boy, Luther's rooting for the Phillies today. Ha ha. Oh no, he's rooting for the Astros today. Ha ha. There was nothing personal. There was no attack on anybody in any of the stuff I posted. Just sports bullshit is all it was. And what ended up happening? That's right. It all became personal because McDougal doesn't know how to do anything other than be a personal attacking asshole. So that's why that happened.

And then once I got into the comments and started drinking more, which on the weekends I gamble and drink. I sit around the house. I gamble. I bet on football I drink. I was drinking some rum this weekend. It was lovely. Some beer and some rum. It was a very nice time. But generally

speaking, once I start drinking more, the less I give a shit about what you people are going to think. And I'll just say whatever the fuck is on my mind. And I've told myself, I try to tell people shit to make them go away. I want them to disappear. I'm giving you the opportunity. You tell me how much I suck. You tell me that my opinion doesn't matter. You tell me that I'm irrelevant. Fine. Then why the fuck are you still here? But of course I look for logic in illogical things and I drive myself fucking batshit crazy to the point that I'm just nuts. And that's what I do all the time. I drive myself batshit crazy and I'm insane. And I look for logic in the illogical and then I go nuts. So, you know know I started fighting with people back and forth and

it just got to a point where it was like midnight on Saturday and the Astros game had already happened and they had won and I'm fucking with people and I'm you know and I'm posting pictures of Bryce Harper who's a fraud in his uh the cowboys and redskins gear and I'm like why is it okay for this guy you love this asshole but if I if I'm in Philly and I like the fucking Cardinals why am I a piece of shit like all this stuff like and the more I drink the more I'm really getting animated about it and before I realized that I'd been on there for 20 you know five six seven hours non-stop just going back and forth with people and I was in a part where I really hated myself for it like what the fuck are you doing jelly's like you've been on your damn phone all day your face is buried in your fucking phone. You're either gambling or you're fighting with

these dipshits on the internet. Why are you doing this? They're idiots. They're stupid. And I try to explain to her, and this is my big downfall, and this is why I probably need to go see a shrink or something. My big downfall is for some reason in my mind, I think I can change people's minds or paint them into a corner to the point that I win. And I know I'm right. That's the thing that deep down with these dipshits say stuff. I know I'm right and they're wrong, but it's like, I need confirmation. Like I need them to admit that they are wrong and they never will because they're dipshit internet people who have no accountability or responsibility. So I sit there.

And I'm like, just acknowledge that you're fucking wrong. And it's about shit. One person I was going at it with, I'm like, dude. You're talking about my life. About my radio career. I know what happened in my career. You read shit on the internet. I'm telling you the truth.

No, you're not. Yes, I fucking am. I'm telling you the truth about my life. And I fucking am I'm telling you the truth about my life And I don't know why I'm beating my head against the wall Just crushing my skull And I'm like fuck What are you doing Josh

They're never going to change their opinion of you They're never going to change their mind They're never going to stop And the more you respond to them The more they're going to go And I'm like why are you doing this to yourself You're a masochist You fucking imbecile Alright more they're going to go. And I'm like, why are you doing this to yourself? You're a masochist, you fucking imbecile.

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I'm going to deactivate this account now. Okay, cool. So I deactivated that account. And then I started getting messages. I didn't post all of them, but I started getting messages from McDougals about how I'm a pussy for deleting my account. And then I started getting messages. I didn't post all of them, but I started getting messages from McDougals about how I'm a pussy for deleting my account. And I'm thinking to myself, like, what kind of insane asshole do you have to be like that? Well, let me rewind. One of the things that really perturbs me when arguing with people is like, nobody wants to sit

there and be told that they're terrible at their job or that they're a piece of shit or they're an awful person or whatever, right? Nobody wants to be told that. Yet somehow if you disengage with people who are telling you that, you're a pussy because you don't want to keep going at it. What makes you a pussy or what's pussified about saying, yeah, I don't feel like being shit on today. I'm just going to go. Like why is that bad? Oh, you're a pussy. You can't hack it.

So you basically set out to treat somebody like shit. And then when they're like, I don't feel like being treated like shit today, they're the pussy. Just to make sure. Like, are you only tough if you sit there and let somebody fucking beat the shit out of you mentally or physically or whatever? Like, that's what makes you tough. That's what makes you hard.

That's what makes you a person sitting there taking shit. No human on the planet wants to sit there and be told they're a piece of shit and that they're terrible all the time. So you distance yourself from it. You go away. People find you and go, hey, you're a fucking pussy. You're a pussy piece of shit. That's why you couldn't hack it in fucking Philly.

In Philly, we're tough. Like, cool. Like, you're proud of the fact that you go to the internet and shit on people. Not just being critical of, you know, like a call that a coach made or anything like that. It's literally just attacking people for the way they look, for the way they are on the radio, whatever. And it's like, why am I the pussy? And I know I'm getting deep into the weeds here. This shit, this is like a therapy session.

If you like it, you like it. If you don't, you don't. But that's how I'm treating this segment of the show today it's like why like am i a better person or a tougher person do i have to like get your approval so i have to sit there and and and take a fucking beating from you to earn something from you fuck you i don't need to do that just like i don't believe that you need to haze people to put them into your club or anything like that or people need to suck your balls to get put into their club either. I'm not going to sit there and get shit on by a bunch of fucking idiots and take it.

And then when I distance myself from it, oh, you're the fucking pussy, bro. Fuck you. But anyway. So I deleted that or I deactivated that account. Okay, fine. So then I'm hanging out on my personal Facebook, which has like 5,000 people on it. There's a waiting list of people that want to be friends, quote unquote. And I see a bunch of messages coming.

I'm like, shit. So I start looking. And like people are just making the weirdest comments. And one dude that was very McDougal left a comment on a picture of a pizza that I had posted and sent me a message and just said I hope someone spit on it and I'm like okay so I screenshotted that and I posted like hey look at this weirdo you know McDougal and of course all the other McDougals come in and call me a piece of shit at which point I decided that I needed to delete my personal Facebook so So my personal Facebook is now deactivated.

And all I have left is the gram. That's what I have left. It's just me and the gram and TikTok for what it's worth. But I'm never really on TikTok except to watch videos of big tits and cooking or big tits that are cooking. So that's the only reason I'm there. But it's just – it's like why would anybody want to subject themselves to that? And I guess the other question is, why am I the guy? Like, I was looking at Sludge, who I love, right?

Sludge worked in Philadelphia longer than I did. Sludge is a Cubs fan. Yet somehow Sludge escapes the wrath of these people. Like, if the Cubs were playing the Phillies, and Sludge were on Facebook and said, hey, go Phils, or go Cubsubs or they were playing in the NLCS. And Sludge said, hey, go Cubs or posted a picture of him in a Cubs jersey. I don't think that all of these people would attack Sludge and call him a piece of shit and call his wife ugly, say they want to kill his dog, all this shit.

Sludge wouldn't get that. And why is that? Why does Sludge not get that? Why do certain people not get that? But I get that. What the fuck did I do to you? Oh, I had opinions. Oh, my bad. You say you want people to be honest and they're fucking honest with you and you fucking want to kill their dog and spit in their food, you fucking imbeciles. So what is it like? That's the problem I have here. You're like, again, I'm looking for logic in the illogical. I'm looking for some sort of

explanation in something that people can't explain because they're fucking imbeciles. But that's how it is for me. I'm always on this never-ending quest to try to basically paint people into a corner who will not be painted into a corner because they never stop. They'll never admit they're wrong. They'll never admit they're

shitty people. They will just keep hammering. But why is it that like a sludge who roots for another team, I guarantee at some point he's posted a picture of him in a Cubs jersey. None of these fucking assholes are going after him. Why am I the guy that everybody fucking goes after? And don't tell me, oh, we don't give a shit about you. You do because you're all over my fucking Facebook page. That's what it is nonstop.

It's we don't even give a shit about you. You were here for like two years. Yeah, bull fucking shit. People still write about me in the fucking things that they all act like they don't know who I am or care about who I am. But these motherfuckers write about me in blogs. I mentioned in the fucking newspaper, people call up and talk about me on radio shows. And I'm not saying that to brag or some shit, but like, it's true. You guys walk around and swing your dicks around. Like, I don't even care what you say, bro. But you're so clearly triggered by what I say. Why? You literally tell me you don't give a fuck about my existence and that I don't matter. And then I failed in Philadelphia. Fine. Why are you still here? What is your reasoning? Like, it's not even bothering

me that it's me that it's happening to. It's like I want to analyze you and try to understand the way your stupid fucking brain works. Because if there's someone I don't like, I will do my best to forget about them, or at least I won't lie about it. Like, I hate the people at 790. I'm overly bitter about that because I think they fucked me pretty good there. Notice that I'm not really bitter about WIP. It is what it is. I don't talk about my time there all that much. 790 I'm bitter about because I think they fucked me, and think they fucked me good and they set me up to fail. So I'm bitter about that. I'm bitter about the fact that they

dicked me around at 97 five in Philadelphia and gave the fucking job to John Kincaid. Cause they didn't have the balls to give it to me after they dicked me around for a year. Fine. I can live with that. like i get angry about that i'm bitter about that but like i don't understand why if you say to someone constantly that you think they're irrelevant and that they don't matter why do you continue to go to their page and fuck with them and talk with them and try to and threaten. Like, that's what I don't get. And it's not that I'm, like, I'm not even offended. I'm just, I'm curious why you do the shit you do. Like, the inner workings of the human brain.

Do you not realize you look like a fraud or do you just not care? I wish I had that ability. It's clear that these people are frauds and dipshits, but they have the ability to somehow make themselves feel like they're not frauds and dipshits. If I'm being a fraud and a dipshit, I feel like a fraud and a dipshit, and I know I'm a fraud and a dipshit. I don't know. Anyway, I'm trying not to hammer this thing so much, but it's just like it's been occupying my fucking mind and my time. Like, I don't know. And like, it's curious.

Why me? Out of all the people that have been on the radio, why is it that I draw this heat? Is it because I was controversial? Is it because, oh, you said you didn't pander to us and suck farts out of our ass like Bryce Harper or fucking Jason Kelsey? Like, what is it? What is it about me? Why? Because I offered you honest opinions about shit?

That, like, you feel necessary to just hang around. I say a thousand nice things no one gives a fuck. I say go Cardinals, I'm the biggest piece of shit. And it starts this snowball of a brutal three fucking weeks. Anyway. I'm sure you got your own issues in the world. So, I'll move on to something else.