WINNING WITH TIGER BLOOD, SHAUBERGER’S ANGER TOWARD US ALL

When media analysts talk about the most memorable moments of 2011, without a doubt the open hostility and contempt and air of superiority actor Charlie Sheen displayed in his public meltdown will be the subject of many of the conversations.

In the last few months a handful of us have seen a similar burst of bizarreness from Eddie Shauberger. He seems to be coming out of the closet and allowing his friends to see the extent of his anger toward those inferior and less righteous than him. And the superiority Shauberger claims these days must emanate from something unseen – maybe Sheen is not the only one with “tiger blood” running through his veins.

Whatever the similarities of his meltdown to the famous actor, Shauberger has expanded his hatred and his caustic rhetoric and his erratic attacks to people who have invested a great deal of time and energy in his life. A drastic departure from the bitterness we have seen from him through the years of personal struggles.

As the most prolific purveyor of what he peddles as “local knowledge”, no doubt Shauberger has always promoted his hatred for local media personalities like Allen Youngblood, Bill Buchanan, and Vanessa Brashier. Even though many people have a healthy distrust of media, Shauberger’s political losses left him with an arsenal of name-calling pejoratives for these people of a nature and number never before heard.

With similarities toward Charlie sheen’s “winning” attitude, Shauberger refused to accept any criticism of his own after losing and launched his own mostly inward barrage of extreme criticism for those who were successful at the same time he was not. He not only pushed to exterminate Democrats, he insisted on attacking people in the Hardin community that gained positions of influence while he was rejected.

Rather than bask in the glow of what many would think was a team or party victory, Shauberger’s view of “winning” was much different. He unleashed verbal tirades on successful Republicans like State Representative John Otto, County Clerk Paulette Williams, and District Clerk Donna Brown. Claiming Otto was not conservative enough and that Otto had won only because of work Shauberger had done in previous campaigns for State Rep, he talks about Otto like he is the worst human being on earth.

Rather than simply see himself as an inspiration or a trailblazer for two people he use to go to church with, Paulette Williams and Donna Brown, he calls them some of the ugliest and most vile names, including but not limited to the word “whore”, in some kind of twisted idea of moral superiority he has concerning them that when challenged he just ups the nastiness in his choice of words.

But lately in an inexplicable display of meltdown proportions, Shauberger has aimed his sharp tongue and his twisted mind towards some of the very people who have remained his friends despite the high costs and despite the spiraling down of his reaction toward his own problems. Like Charlie Sheen, Shauberger has shunned the voices of reason and those who have done nothing but continually extend the hand of friendship towards him. Like Sheen, he has gone off into some bizarre scorched earth, “if I can’t have my way, I will destroy you all” campaign. Like Sheen, he has embraced things he himself would have disapproved of just a few years ago. Just as there is no doubt that what Sheen insisted on embracing (cocaine, etc.), Shauberger has chosen a path of destruction that will not only continue to harm himself, but it will hurt all he claimed to value when he first offered himself as someone who could help this community.

Winning? No, Mr. Sheen, attacking all of those who stood with you and hoped your anger would reside and you would not lose yourself, is not winning. It is just sad. Maybe your family somehow will stand with you Mr. Shauberger, but even as you shroud yourself in religion, even the people of faith will be forced to see embracing you is not only harming any chance of you correcting your course, it will harm those who sit within the shadow of the dark world you have chosen. No tiger blood, just tiger claws.