Welcome to Blazing Pants

Hey there, and thanks for joining me here at Blazing Pants. You remember me from Really Big Mean Bunny Slippers, I'm the bunny but with a fun new home here.

Catfish abound, especially with the proliferation of social networks. I hate catfish. I really do. But there are more than catfish out there. The Liars are a breed of their own. They come on all shapes and sizes and they have one thing in common; they're after something from you. The motivations for the lies can vary from the pond scum fish variety that get their kicks out of leading you down a garden path to their murky little swamps and maybe grabbing a few bucks on the way, to the really big Liars who want to fool you for personal gains such as - oh let's say getting away with murder, taking a country to war or getting really, really rich and famous.

I swiped the Truth-O-Meter from Politifact, because it's so freaking awesome and you will see, as with the bunny blog, there will be mockings as punishments.

The pond scum variety, I've covered fairly extensively in the original Really Big Mean Bunny Slippers blog and while they are annoying, hurtful and full of delusions of grandeur they have a screw loose somewhere and derive pleasure from deception. Maybe it inflates their sense of self-worth for a few minutes or perhaps they like to dig their catfish snouts into the false pity they generate from their ever more outlandish stories. These catfish, one can just pull up onto the bank out of the muck and watch them suffocate in the clear air around them.  Their pretenses, once brought to light, fade and die a natural death. Most likely they'll pop up again with a new scheme, a new identity and a whole new set of lies, though. A catfish, unless permanently stopped is like a cockroach, damned near impossible to obliterate.   Take Belle Gibson, for instance (she makes the big bad dog look like a simpleton at catfishing) who faked cancer in such a big way that she had a bestselling book and was in development with Apple itself for a new App when she was outed. Read about this chick here (keeping in mind that this was apparently NOT her first fraud!) Belle Gibson On the Truth-O-Meter-Scale gets a Pants on Fire rating.

On the other end of the Spectrum we have those folks like Dr Oz who is a dangerous (not that Belle and the dog are safe) Liar because he peddles snake oil cures and people may actually risk their health and lives buying in to his garbage, because after all, he's a doctor. Oprah said so. Dr Oz is currently learning to pay the price for being a Liar (to read about it click here) who will shill for any product based on the highest bidder, knowing full well, the crap he sells is worse than crap. It's shit. What makes him NOT a garden variety catfish is that we know who he is. He hasn't invented his life to make a buck. He's worse, he sold his real reputation for a buck. On the Truth-O-Meter-Scale, Oz gets a Pants on Fire rating.












And Finally the category I will discuss is those who personally inflict physical harm on others. They may be Liars to lure their prey as in the Christopher Lee/Erin Corwin case. Or they may be Liars by nature as in Stabby Arias. If you came here from the Bunny blog, you are already familiar with Stabby so no links or further explanations are necessary! We KNOW she gets a Pants on Fire rating on the Truth-O-Meter scale. Who I want to talk about is Shayna Hubers. Her case is eerily familiar to those who followed the Stabby Arias trial. I haven't heard all of the evidence yet, since the judge in her case is limiting media and social media coverage of her murder trial. That judge is a smart guy that learned from the circus in Arizona.

Shayna Hubers is on trial for the murder of her 'boyfriend' (I use quotes because others claim they had already split - sound familiar) who she murdered with 6 bullets on his own home and then claimed self-defense. Holy SHIT Batman - did she watch the Stabby Arias movie, like juror 17 and believe it was true? It was on the Lifetime Channel after all. I heard that all their stuff is true. Just like the Internet. Anywho - I cannot yet give her a rating on the Truth-O-Meter Scale since, well, there's a lot more to come.

Tomorrow, I will give you the story right from the horse's mouth. I sent in an earworm to nuzzle in her brain and report back. I'll give you the whole scoop. Initial reports are that she was saving him money on a nosejob. Honest. Would I lie to you?  I sure hope you'll join me for a completely tasteless and irreverent romp over catfish and Liars, the world over.

That's All Folks!

PS - While I am still your faithful Bunny, I no longer Piece the fuck out. It was really so 9th grade anyway. Now I bait hooks. See you soon!