Never thought I’d have to write this. Not for this reason, anyway. I’m sure everyone knows what’s been happening in professional wrestling over the last several days. What’s been done in the dark is being brought into the light. Well, yesterday basically ripped the CHIKArmy apart. The worst part of the whole thing? I’m not surprised. Disappointed, yes. A little heartbroken. Just not surprised. I mean, we’ve all heard the rumors. The stories. We’ve all hoped they weren’t true. Folly, I know, but is it wrong to expect people who espouse the “family friendly” philosophy to, you know, ACTUALLY LIVE UP TO IT? Regardless of if I ever post on it again or not, this blog is being left up. It’s a memorial to happier times. I’m also going to see something through that I have severely neglected these past several years. I’m finishing the History Project. I strongly believe that this past Season will be CHIKARA’s last, and it all needs to be documented. To the people that I’ve met on this long, strange trip, even the people I’ve been at loggerheads with about things, who had nothing to do with what was unearthed, I send my love and positive vibes. You’ve not only put up with my odd and bitchy self, you’ve pretty much accepted me with open arms. I’m grateful for that. I have no regrets, and neither should you. We’ll rebuild from this, and we’ll be stronger. Professional wrestling will be better, once the rot is cut out completely and we can heal. To the absolute straight-up trash who did have to do with what has happened, well, you can go fuck yourselves with the biggest and spiniest of all cactuses. And to the victims of the human garbage populating the business that I’ve loved for my entire life, I wish nothing but peace and healing. Rave