Kevin grew up in a gated Florida community comprised of 95% Jewish families, 5% non-Jewish families, the latter being admitted on Diversity grounds rather than forcing them to comply with the Judenuberalles game plan.
While growing up there, Kevin was tutored in Gay Snark and Jewish Projection. By various paedophilic rabbis and community elders, in case you wondered by whom.
He also rode bicycles a little. Though to hear him talk about it now in retrospect, he (1) invented the bicycle, (2) invented its post-Vietnam new form, the BMX 20", (3) became the foremost BMX rider and racer of all time, (4) was such a great BMX rider that people begged him to come show Stupid Goyim how to ride a bike in their Stupid Goyim town and, while there, help improve the Jewish Percentage in that town's populace.
On these grounds, Kevin traveled the country, dispensing Silly Shlomo "jokes" hovering around the 85 IQ, 7th grade completion with D+ average mindset capacity. In each town he visited, he used rohypnol to "persuade" teenage boys and girls to "come see his cool BMX bike in his hotel room" where the unfortunate boys and girls later woke with an extremely sore asshole and ligature marks around their wrists, ankles and throat. But since they also found $1,000 USD in cash in their pocket, they never complained.
Kevin was an early adopter of Internet Image Projection Strategy. He was one of the first to build an online image of Kool Kid. In the early days of MTBR.com, the first large-traffic MTB related website, Kevin quickly established himself as the funniest 8th grader in the room.
You're an idiot!
You're a misogynist homophobe!
I'mma roost yo faisssss!
You can see how such behavior would create a durable Personal Brand. Look at the insights, the depth of wisdom, the scope of holistic analysis and problem-solving inherent in his Progressive Snark!
He made himself into a Badass Mountain Midget, and nobody could ever successfully call into question his Badassedness, or observe openly and honestly his Midgetude.
Naturally, as a Rich Paedophilic Jewboy with a Trust Fund, Kevin found no trouble buying a house in Lake Tahoe and supporting himself easily in one of America's most expensive locations.
Naturally, too, the Online Kevin Bazar -- by this time, using the monniker "kidwoo" in homage to his happy use of rohypnol -- fabricated a myth which said this:
I'm poor as fuck, don't have a greasy shekel to my name, but somehow I manage to pay a mortgage in Lake Tahoe, have a machine shop adjacent to my house (what luck!), and by sheer serendipity I seem to just have faeries and Good Witch Wiccans annually dispensing $25k in outdoor gear for my loving use. You may ask why all this generosity happens for me, and that's a good question. The answer? I'm such a funny guy that people literally throw stuff in my direction as thanks for my entertaining humor.
This construct became known as the Badass Mountain Midget Bazar Mythology, a/k/a "the legend of kidwoo."
A few people have asked me, "Paul, why does Kevin Bazar have such bitter negativity toward the TGR poster known as creaky fossil?"
The obvious answer is, of course, obvious.
It's this: Kevin is jealous of creaky fossil's abilities in sports and in writing and in comedy. Also obvious is that these jealousies exist even though the person behind creaky fossil is at least a decade older than the person behind kidwoo, while still being a better athlete, a more humane person, a funnier comedian, and a better writer than the person behind kidwoo.
Perhaps that needs deconstruction.
If it does, I'd like to point you in the direction of Vox Day's blog, where it's explained in simple terms.**
Are you Gamma? 1 of 2I can't imagine a better explanation of Kevin Bazar's legend of kidwoo bullshit.
The author of Graduating Gamma has composed a helpful list to permit Gamma males to identify themselves:
- In the past year you can’t recall a single serious online discussion you were wrong about anything.
- In the past two years you can’t recall one discussion with any friends or family in which you were wrong about anything.
- When you are having an argument with someone and it appears you are wrong, the most common belief and defense is the other person simply doesn’t understand what you are saying.
- When discussing matters with someone and you think you are maybe, possibly being shown to be wrong you start to get snarky, crack lame jokes, and immediately try to change the subject.
- If someone holds an opinion contrary to yours, and you don’t think you have a good defense immediately to hand you start to look for unrelated ways to disqualify the other person as at least knowledgeable about the subject, and even going so far as to disqualify them as a good person or even a person at all.
- Definitions are tenuous for you and words can be redefined at leisure during a discussion. If someone quotes the dictionary and it disagrees with your definition they are arguing unfairly and the dictionary is wrong.
- When finally shown you are wrong about something it is devastating, you remember it for months or years, avoid that place or people, and consider your time there a failure as a person.
- You can’t even take a mild ribbing about anything outside of a few harmless topics from other guys, and immediately fly into a barely controlled rage and seek some sort of vengeance if you are lampooned by anyone. This isn’t upping the competition, but hatred of the other and you will avoid that person or speak badly of them.
- In contrast you’ll sit idly by as a woman openly mocks you as you are just being “nice”.
- Now that you think about it, in this last year or two you can recall several women cracking jokes at your expense, mocking you, degrading you to their friends, and otherwise holding you in low regard without any fear of consequences.
- The thought of being at the center of a comedy roast fills you with dread.
- You think width of knowledge is more important than depth of knowledge.
- You are an expert on everything and always ready to give your opinion even when you aren’t sure—then again a Gamma is always sure of his knowledge so you probably give your opinion on most everything all of the time.
- If someone says they aren’t interested in your opinion you take it as a personal slight, they aren’t interested in you, and probably hate you as well.
- If someone tells a story you immediately have to follow up that story with one of your own, which may or may not be related to the topic, and of course is more interesting, more important and longer. If you don’t have a good story you’ll say something snarky afterwards to diminish the other story.
Like Fonzie on Happy Days, little Kevvie can't admit he was wrr-....wrrrrr-....wrrrrrrrrrr-.
So naturally he's a hero and not a liar, and naturally he doesn't think creaky fossil's going to make his life miserable through entirely legal, above-board mechanisms.
How great it must be to have such an immense smugness, so large that it obscures the impacts of your smug displays everywhere, and so gargantuan that it prevents you from even for a moment contemplating that your "humor" isn't humor at all, but pathetic provocation which sometimes results in a negative end for you.
-- Paul Behrer, 1st Recon sniper for Cinco Puntas.
** This blog holds no collective opinion regarding --let alone approval of-- either of "Vox Day" or his collected writings. At the same time, the entry here regarding gammas is fairly well explained, and it saved us from deconstructing Kevin Bazar's strange I'm Never Wrong behavior.