Pray, what horizon did you “vanish into,” you mangy sack of monkeyspunk? You’re a lonely, bitter man who yells into a camera and scams his audience for cash. If you ever get a body of work worth anyone’s time, *then* you can drum up the cliched horizon imagery.
Some people don’t want me to address Cody. Some people find this whole public display on animosity between feuding former friends to be hugely distasteful and disgraceful. To those people, I offer you this solace: these are my last words on Cody Weber for a long time. I’ve said it before, and it turned out not to be true, but this time it is true.
These are words that I don’t feel like writing. But I have been slandered by Cody Weber and my audience demands that I fashion some manner of reply; and I am nothing if I am not a showman. What the audience wants, the audience will ultimately get. If I must dig out my own heart and serve it to the people, I will.
Cody begins his lies with the sentence, “I’m not pretending to be a perfect person.” Perhaps this is not a lie, but the first of many half-truths. If he’s not trying to be a perfect person, he is at least attempting to be a blameless one. In the incredibly long and tiresome screed Cody penned against me yesterday, one element was conspicuously absent: self responsibility. You will notice, if you read his self-pitying epic, that at no point is anything ever described as being his fault. Surely, that set off some bullshit detectors among his readers! Who is truly blameless in every single ill that befalls them? Who truly believes those that claim to be?
Cody’s first mountain of paragraphs pertained mainly to the emotional contours of the long friendship we enjoyed and his deep feelings of betrayal. How he feels betrayed, I do not know. Perhaps he feels betrayed in the same way a leech feels betrayed by the man who pulls it from his flesh and throws it back into the accursed swamp where it belongs. I will not address these paragraphs. I am not here to solicit your pity. I am not an emotional vulture. My purpose here is to refute Cody’s concrete accusations, not apologize for how crummy he may or may not feel about the whole debacle.
CODY CLAIM #1: He did not try to take down my YouTube Channel.
COMMENTARY: Cody is very good friends with a German man named Eike, who is better known on YouTube as Ein Astronaut. Eike is a musician whose music was used in the outros for nearly every video Cody ever made with me and he is also responsible for the entire soundtrack of my documentary, Amazing. The very same day that Cody began openly feuding with me, Eike sent me the following message:
you don’t own the rights to use my music in any of your publications.
Please stop doing so and immediately remove it from any of your publications currently available, especially from the “AMAZING” motion picture documentary.
Thankfully, Eike had signed a contract giving me the rights to all of the music he created for me, so I politely told him to go fuck himself. Do I believe that Cody put his very close friend Eike up to these actions to apply pressure to me? Yes, I do. Can I prove it? No. But does it make sense that Eike decided all on his own to become deeply involved in personal drama that didn’t concern him on Cody’s behalf without ever even asking Cody if he should? If I was going to get involved in my friends’ business affairs, I’d ask them first. Most people would, I think. But Eike didn’t.
And Cody claims now that he wouldn’t take my channel down because he’s too proud of the videos we did together (“Even with all the bullshit, I am damn proud of what I helped create with TJ”), but when the situation with Eike was going on and Cody knew that many of the videos we’d shot together were in danger of removal, he did nothing. He didn’t lift a finger, nor show the faintest hint of concern. So, the emotional reasons that he has given for why he would never engage in this sort of behavior just don’t jive with how he conducted himself at the time.
CODY CLAIM #2: I fucked Cody’s dad (and Cody!) over.
COMMENTARY: Cody says: “When you can lie to my dad’s face and intentionally fuck him over, a guy that selflessly made the company thousands of dollars on multiple occasions….wow. That just takes a special kind of apathy, something almost nonhuman. It’s one thing to fuck me over but it’s another beast entirely when you take advantage of the nicest guy you’ll ever meet in your life. Do you want to to know how much my dad charged those two for finding that Trans-Am in the first place? Not a penny. How about when the guy originally wanted two grand more for it and how my dad haggled him down and still got extra shit with it? How about all the cars besides the Trans-Am that he found for the company, all the cars he stored in his garage for free? Do you want to know how much my dad charged them to professionally paint the front-end of that Trans-Am and build a custom fender from scratch, taking out an entire work day to finish? Not a fucking penny!”
Not a penny? We gave Cody’s perpetually drunk and unreliable father two cars—a 1966 Dodge Charger ($4700) and a 1964 Triumph Spitfire ($2000) in exchange for releasing the money we’d sold the Trans Am for to us. We also gave him $250 for his material cost on fixing the Trans Am. I may not be a mathematician but if you add the amount of money we spent buying the cars and expenses: $2000+$4700+$2500+$250+ebay listing and sale fees+ trips to Keokuk, Iowa to check on the business=$10,000-11,000 and subtract the amount we made around $5000 profit on the sale of the Trans Am. You still see we are in the hole $5000-$6000. And Jerry walks away with two vehicles! Do you know what Jerry Weber—the man whose beer-saturated balls Cody swam out of—said to us when we offered him that deal? He said it was fair.
But Jerry Weber was wrong. It wasn’t fair. My brother and I owned all three of those cars. We gave Cody Weber’s dad two cars that we owned so that he would give us the money from the sale of another car that we owned. It wasn’t fair at all. We got fucked. Jerry Weber made out like a fucking bandit. Like a bandit? Fuck that. The man is a bandit.
What’s worse, even after we made that deal, Jerry refused to give the Trans Am to the buyer! As unfair as the deal was to us, he still wouldn’t honor it—the fucking snake! Never trust a man that you’ve never seen sober, dear reader! Jerry said, “I won’t ship the car until you send my son’s stuff back.” At this point, I didn’t trust him (why in the unholy name of a billion stinking cunts would I?). So I said, “No way. We aren’t sending your son’s stuff back until you release the car to the man who legally purchased it!” If this was blackmail, it was mutual blackmail; reciprocal blackmail if you will. The courts probably should have been involved at this point, and I take responsibility for lying at this juncture. I had no intention of sending Cody’s things back. If he wanted them, he would have to come get them himself. If that lie makes me the bad guy, then so be it. But when someone lies to you repeatedly, fucks you out of your property, refuses to honor deals they made—well, that’s when I start playing dirty. I make no apology for lying. At least I admit to it, unlike Cody Weber, who tries to paint himself and his scumbag father as saints when they lied ten times as bad and twice as often as we ever did.
At the end of the day, I spent $10,000 to make $5,000. If I’m a scam artist, I’m really bad at it! Jerry Weber spent zero dollars to make $6,700 by holding my property for ransom. If he’s an honest man, as Cody claims, he’s pretty bad at it too.
CODY CLAIM #3: He wasn’t properly compensated for the work that he did.
VERACITY: Absurdly false.
COMMENTARY: Cody devotes several lengthy paragraphs to his incredible work ethic, how minor his weed habit was and how he was not compensated worth a shit for the tremendous amount of wealth that he contributed to us. Let’s go through those things one by one, shall we?
Was Cody an incredibly hard-worker? Yes. And no. There were, in fact, days when Cody would work for 16 hours solid to get a project done. There were also days when he did nothing. Hell, there were weeks when he did nothing. Towards the end of his time here, I practically had to shove a live porcupine up his dick hole to get him to give a fuck about anything, let alone muster up the effort required to shoot a video. The only time in the last month or two of his living with us that he was motivated, his motivation was to work on his Wren album. On my computer. With sound equipment I bought him.
Just watch his last month or so of videos on my channel. It’s evident even to the untrained eye that he no longer cared much about my channel. And I don’t blame him. It wasn’t his channel. It was always mine. That fact was beginning to bother him, and he let me know it.
Was Cody’s weed habit minor? Cody once told me that unless he got 2 ounces of weed a month, he no longer felt as if he would be able to function. NO. LONGER. ABLE. TO. FUNCTION. His words. Also his words: “There’s no such thing as a weed junkie. They don’t exist.” until I met Cody, I would have agreed with that statement. But I’ve seen Cody turn down new shoes for weed—when his shoes were falling apart! Worse, he turned down paying his daughters child support for weed. How does one even make such a reprehensible choice? As awful as that is, it’s still not the worst thing he did for weed. I won’t even mention the worst thing. Even I am not that cruel.
Cody claims that he was unfairly compensated. He also claims that his Adsense was directly deposited into our account. The second claim is an outright lie. Were Cody to release his Adsense payment records—with the amounts blotted out, of course—it would show that he was always paid by check and never by direct deposit. The first claim is, I suppose, subjective. However, I’ve prepared this bullet pointed list of the things Cody received while living here and working with us. I will leave you, dear reader, to determine if the compensation is fair.
Lived with us, rent-free. In the MASTER BEDROOM.
Paid for his food—and he was very fond of dining out. This was not a small expense.
His hitherto discussed weed habit.
His iPhone and the data plan.
His frequent trips to Keokuk, Iowa from Louisiana, which were not only expensive but time-wasting.
One pack a day of cigarettes.
Booze at least twice a week.
Custom converse shoes
Bought thousands of dollars worth of equipment that we couldn’t even use because he improperly researched it or didn’t want to learn how to use it when it arrived.
Made us buy a Mac, but didn’t want to learn to use Final Cut Pro, so we had to sell it. His excuse: “Everything is backwards.”
Went seven hours out of the way to help his short lived girlfriend move to Louisiana (she left him soon after). My brother and I left our own possessions behind so that there would be space in our U-haul for her stuff.
Ruined three rooms. His bedroom in Macomb,IL. His office in Macomb,IL. And his bedroom here in Louisiana.
Relocated to Macomb, IL to be able to work with him. The reasoning behind this movie was that he had to be able to see his daughter. What he didn’t tell us is that he only got to see her once a month anyway!
We drove him everywhere. He lost his license due to non-payment of child support. He owed around $5500 when he finally went to court about it. If he is suppose to pay $250 a month to the state, I figured he hasn’t paid in roughly 20 months—for a 3 year old kid at the time. Hmmm … so basically he’s never paid. If he disputes this then should simply post a video showing a valid Iowa license bearing his name and picture.
These are just a few things Cody did that cost money. He never cared about blowing large wads of cash, because it wasn’t his money anyway! Now he’s saying that on top of all the expenses above, he should have been paid to? Sorry, but either we pay you and you buy your own stuff or we buy all your stuff and don’t pay you! Doing both would have meant that literally all of the money would have gone to Cody. Cody contributed to the channel, yes, but he’s NOT The Amazing Atheist. If Cody is the true driving force behind the money-making power of my channel, as he claims, then why have views and revenue only gone up since his departure? Why are views for his own channel so dismal in comparison? The fact is, Cody made my videos look nicer. That’s it. He didn’t make the channel money. That’s why he’s gone. If Cody was really the goose who laid golden eggs, I’d have given in to any demand he made, no matter how ludicrous. As things stand, Cody only thinks he’s that fabled fowl.
Cody made numerous other claims, but those were the big three. And now you know the other side of the story. I will leave you with this: Cody Weber is a fine photographer, a good videographer, a decent editor and was, at one time, a good friend. However, the longer he lived with me the more he wanted from me and the less he was willing to do for me. And I want to stress that this is fine. We parted on good terms—even though he did try to steal my iPad on his way out the door (whatever, can’t blame him for trying!). It wasn’t until he and his family tried to fuck us over on the car deal—correction: SUCCESSFULLY FUCKED US OVER IN THE CAR DEAL—that things got tense. And they got worse from there.
I am not a sentimental person by nature, but I will say this much: I am proud of the work I did with Cody and I’m ultimately happy to have known him, but I’m also very glad to be in control of my own videos again and ultimately very happy to be rid of him. And that’s that. Cody can harp on about this forever if he wishes. And people can think what they will. There are many details I’ve left out of my account—some because they’re too harsh, but mostly because I don’t feel like wasting too much of my time and emotional energy on the past. The past is done.
Cody is no saint. Neither am I. We’re two human beings who’ve reached a very ugly point where very nasty things get said. That’s the nature of human interaction. Sometimes the people you liked best become that people you’d best like to punch in the face. Sad? I don’t waste time on sadness. I’m looking forward. The leach returns to his pond, and I return to my journey with less blood in my veins but more wisdom in my heart.
Soon, I will be getting a new camera that will once again boost the quality of my videos to where they were when Cody shot them. I am getting better at using Premiere Pro all the time. I am not going to let Cody’s departure detriment me in the slightest in the long run. My goal is to shoot videos for myself as well as he ever shot them for me by this time next year. And they will be better than the videos I made with Cody, because they will be from the sweat of my own brow. They will be fully my vision: visually, emotionally, intellectually. I’m sure many doubt that I can do this. Fine. I’ve been doubted before. I will be doubted again.
But you’ll never stop me from trying. Just like Cody will never stop me from marching forward, while he stays behind, watching me vanish into the horizon, telling those around him, “That guy never would have gotten that far if not for me!” Perhaps he’s right. But what does he have to show for it, aside from his own admitted bitterness and the contempt of a man who used to love him like a brother? No home. No daughter. No best friend. No real prospects for the future. Cody Weber today is a man who has nothing.
And it’s exactly what he deserves.