There’s so much I could say about Tabetha’s professionalism and social graces, but her own words do it so much better. So here’s a smattering of Tabetha’s recent hits, from comment’s on Uncle Fossil’s blog and from her own.
If this doesn’t charm aspiring authors right into her publishing parlor, I don’t know what will. All I can say is that whoever alligns him or herself with the likes of …this, either personally or professionally pretty much deserves what they get.
But enough from me. Wrap your eyeballs around Tabetha’s words, flown forth from her own flying fingertips with all the tact, charm, spelling and grammar she can muster.
August 10, 2013 at 1:35 pm
Tabetha Jones said:
Hey you got a follower here and fuck them!!!! You fucking rock on!!
August 11, 2013 at 2:43 am
I am not a scam artist, my author’s get paid, I am not a fraud nor have I ever been. I have it all in black and white. can you say the same about your publisher? Can you say the same about yourself? What you will learn that is walking into the lion’s den isn’t always the best thing to do, but hey I’ll let you learn the hard way. I find it funny when anyone other than your little cussy clique comes to someone’s aid or defends their publisher or fellow author you get all out of shape. Maybe if you took a good hard look in the mirror and the people you surround yourself with you would see things our way. I put money out on my authors, I make sure they are ALL well taken care of? Just because your publisher has to rip off titles, steal authors, steal copyrighted work from other legit publishing companies shows what kind of person ‘they’ are. So back off and keep your mouth shut. I am sick of your mouth running and sick of your shit.
August 11, 2013 at 3:39 am
Oh babe if I was a whore you couldn’t afford me. I may be many things, a whore is not one. A scam artist is not second. And just because you find it amusing to piss all over someone else and their hard work, shall I bow to your feet? Fuck you and and the horse you fucked on your way in. I find it hilarious that you must bully and poor piss poor bullshit with ‘real’ publishers and ‘real’ authors. I picked up a few of everyone’s work and Nick here that is talent, your bullshit, well, bullshit. Just because I am a woman I am supposed to be proper and keep my mouth shut. Not anymore. And we both have followers, supporters, and fans. Not paid off flunkies that follow us around and lick our ass. I am assuming that is what you do since all you do on a daily basis is rattle off at the mouth about people that don’t concern you. But hey that’s fine, cause my name must taste good on your mutha fuckin tongue bitches cause thats all you talk about. If it aint me its Nick. Maybe you should sit down write a fuckin book like you say you do other than sit on your fucking ass and talk about shit you know nothing about. Now if you excuse some of us have ‘real’ work to do other than stand by and wait for the next instruction from follow the cussy leader.
August 11, 2013 at 5:06 am
Oh it pisses them all off. They are probably running to mommy dearest screaming oh what do I do? As for that shot, my aim is well, and yes for another shot, I would say pour another. But if you want insults, that skank whore thang ran its course. I might be tattooed and cuss like a sailor but i speak my mind just like my daddy taught me. So please if you are going to insult a biker’s daughter learn to do it right sorry excuse for a man. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth or lick her pussy. Oh wait its both. Cause its the only pussy you can get. And of course you will run back to squad leader and tell ‘them’ everything just like a good little boy. Run your mouth, keep running it. Because if all you can do is think about me or Nick here then we have done our job. You stay so busy bad mouthing everyone else and ranting about how good you are when you tossed the first fucking stone. So don’t come to my playground mutha fucker and try to make the rules. I play by my rules, and if you don’t like the way I talk fuck off. You don’t like the tattoos fuck you they arent for you, you dont like the fact that I am an outspoken woman that can run you under a bus with insults and watch you piss your pants like a pussy, then don’t open pandoras box because the days of me playing nice are over. You want to bash me, bash Nick, bash every other good fellow publisher and author around because they don’t follow what you think is tasteful. Fuck tasteful fuck proper. You you raving mad people started all this shit. i have seen Nick’s name plastered on everyones shit then you switched you attacked me. Guess what? I bite back.
August 11, 2013 at 5:21 am
No that was just me being nice. I have bite but honestly you a measly little parasitic why would I? Besides I’d be afraid I’d get those nasty cussy germs all over me, then oh hear what would I do? LOL do you people really think you scare me worry me or even intimidate me? Please, you are talking to the wrong one here buddy. You are nothing to me. It just makes your skin crawl that someone has come to anothers aid that you and ‘clique’ have smeared all over social media. I will reach out to every single one and fight for them. Time someone takes a fucking stand.
August 11, 2013 at 3:45 am
BTW Nick is right if you believe Preditors and Editors is bullshit. I know several good name publishers on that list and its people like you that go around making up lies to get us flagged. And bat shit crazy oh you better believe it. All Texas tattooed temperamental bitch and my brain to mouth filter is officially on strike.
August 10, 2013 at 7:56 pm
Maybe you just have a stick up your ass cause you couldnt follow talent with a fucking bag over your head. Why you got to hate on evetyone? Because we dont follow the norm? Cause we dont play follow the cussy leader? Fuck you. I play by my rules its my game just as its Nicks rules and his game. Maybe its time you learn to play by our rules.
August 11, 2013 at 5:14 am
I can speak however and whenever I like. I am a grown ass woman and if don’t like it or like the fact that someone else has found out that all you bashing and trashing is only to make yourselves look better then poor poor pissy you. As for talent I have tricks you haven’t even seen yet. I guess all really believe all the bullshit that overflows from ones mouth. But thats okay we will just put you in the corner with the rest of the dicks that dont know how to have any fun and try to piss on everyones parade.
From Tabetha Jones:
Monday, August 12, 2013
So, I haven’t posted in awhile, but I figured I owed a personal note. As it seems I am a horrible person. Wow the things you find out about yourself on the internet. If people spent half as much time putting energy trying to dig up dirt on me and put it into themselves we might be a better writing world.
As it seems enemy number one, see, I am nice and don’t name names, lesson one. Naming names is naughty. So it seems I am naughty. Oh well I have done worse in my life. Back on track now. I feel into some information that is quite interesting and as they like to tell me, I am watching you, well that works both ways.
I am even playing nice and putting this in paragraph form because obviously even on your blog you are not allowed to fuck up. Yes I said the word fuck. I suppose since I am a lady I am not allowed to be outspoken or toss back insults because it is not proper or professional. Well, this is a personal blog, not a business one, so I can say the word fuck as many times as I like.
I would like to address the matter of me being a whore, skank, white tattooed trailer trash that has a horrible horrible potty mouth. I say fuck the bullshit. And my dads would say the same.
Yes, I said dads. My dad, the man that raised me, was a retired drill sergeant from the Army and then progressed to driving a truck until his health got so bad he retired from that as well. I grew up on the road, traveling from state to state, an eighties brat who loved hair bands. Bon Jovi was my first love.
My father, was an old school hippie biker who had a tricked out garage. His Harley sat on display, while bikers from the Hells Angels, and Bandidos, sat around jamming out with a full system, full stocked bar, pool table, and fighting, drinking and protecting my father’s pride and joy, ME.
Both had crazy ass imaginations, one was just a storyteller, the other told you the real shit, and could bullshit his way out of anything. I had the best of both worlds. In my collection of poetry Tattooed on My Skin, I reveal a ton of secrets. Which now, are no longer hidden. I figure hell, I will tell the story myself so later on no one can go back and say, “Well she did this and she did that.”
It is no secret I have been married and divorced three times. Some were abusive drunks, others were bad boys I thought I could fix, and the last was the worst of all. But I got a beautiful baby girl so I regret nothing. It is no secret I have dealt with addiction. From pain pills to meth. But when my dad died I flushed everything and since 4-3-06 I have been completely clean. Even when I was tied to a bed and beat I stayed clean.
It is no secret that I am tattooed up from half arm pieces, to almost complete back piece. I have dark angels, to demons, to the lyrics of Free Bird by Skynard for my father. I have been adopted twice in my life. My birth mother was kind enough to bring me into this world and allow my father and adopted mom to have me. So their marriage didn’t work. he wanted to party. Divorce. Mom remarried and I ended up with two people who were not even blood, but they were family.
I have never met the woman that had me, but my father has spoken about her tons. He has also been gone two years July 1st. I was taught not to put up with shit, and never back down when the truth should be revealed. So here I am revealing it. Being Indian and Irish, is quite a mix and my temper is short. These days my brain to mouth filter is broken because of stupid fucking people running their mouth about shit they don’t know.
Unless you have walked a mile in my shoes then do not come to my fucking glass house and throw stones. I don’t go to your play ground and break the damn toys. I may have done many things in my life, and I am far from perfect, but I know who I am and that is all that matters. I am very upfront with people about my past. I have no reason to hide anything.
I may be wicked, and I may be temperamental, with a fucking mouth of a sailor, but that is me. And why the hell should I change for anyone? This is my world here. No one else has the right to pass judgement on someone they do not know and never will. So I am ending this. I am so tired of the drama. They say it isn’t over yet. Fine, let them revolve their world around mine. Let them call me names. You say I am a whore, or I look like a tramp, then turn your fucking head and look the other way. You don’t like how I talk don’t listen. You don’t like my writing, then don’t fucking read it. If you don;t like how I conduct my business or my life then turn the other way and take care of your own shit.
As a very sarcastic rude, man I love likes to say, you do not feed me, you do not fuck me, and you do not finance me, so back the fuck off and stay out of shit. You want to create a world of where I only exist, and my name tastes so good on your lips you talk about me all the time, fine. Do it. But I will do it no more. This is where I finish it. This is where I say I am the better person and walk away from the drama.
I make my own rules and do things the way I was taught. I have done nothing wrong, but hey if you believed everything people write about you on the internet, well then you get this. Take your lack of a life and move on sweets. I may be a bitch with a bad mouth, but I really don’t FUCKING care. My world here, no one else’s.
As I walk away you may talk behind my back, slander me, and write any dirty little lies you want. Because at this point we all know the truth. We all know this will never end. So what I lost my temper, so what I mouthed off. Put up with the shit I have and you would do the same. Be the person you are not what the world wants you to be. Let your freak flag high and throw that middle finger in the air. Cause that’s all you will ever get from me.
Yeah. Me neither.