Topic: [ActiveMining] Official Shareholder Discussion Thread [Moderated] - page 17. (Read 629911 times)
November 11, 2014, 05:34:08 AM
All is not lost, there's still intellihash...oh nevermind
November 10, 2014, 08:33:32 PM
The MSD hearing was continued until November 18, 2014 @ 10:00am
I believe everyone is waiting for this particular gem. Why waste money going after someone with a civil suit when the MSD already has one in motion? This will likely be followed up by the FBI (http://www.fbi.gov/newyork/press-releases/2014/manhattan-u.s.-attorney-and-fbi-assistant-director-announce-securities-and-wire-fraud-charges-against-texas-man-for-running-bitcoin-ponzi-scheme) if there's any case for a criminal suit.
Depending on the MSD outcome, there may be a handful of civil cases waiting for Ken if it's believed he has anything left but I highly doubt this will be the case.
Take a look at BFL, getting torn apart by the FTC. All cases against BFL has been basically halted including the class action until after the FTC is done with them. There likely won't be much left there either.
To put the nail in the coffin, if somehow, miraculously, Ken rose from this unscathed, well his boards are useless considering HashFast is now out of business and their assets are to be sold http://arstechnica.com/tech-policy/2014/11/its-all-over-bitcoin-miner-maker-hashfast-to-auction-remaining-assets/ (No more chips for those boards)
November 10, 2014, 07:39:14 PM
so this scumbag, Ken Slaughter, is going to get away with all of it?
I didn't have a ton invested in this but I know some of you had quite a lot tied up in this sham... and no one is gonna lift a finger? or at the very least pay the slaughter scammers a visit?
I didn't have a ton invested in this but I know some of you had quite a lot tied up in this sham... and no one is gonna lift a finger? or at the very least pay the slaughter scammers a visit?
November 07, 2014, 12:19:34 AM
November 06, 2014, 05:57:44 PM
Trendon Shavers was arrested to day for securities fraud..................
November 06, 2014, 01:43:30 PM
I didnt follow this here. Is there any hope to get compensations for shares? I stopped looking in here since i believed there is nothing left anymore. This didnt change did it?
Nope
November 06, 2014, 10:26:32 AM
I didnt follow this here. Is there any hope to get compensations for shares? I stopped looking in here since i believed there is nothing left anymore. This didnt change did it?
November 06, 2014, 06:42:26 AM
Apparently, because I didn't actively sit on this thread for months, my 762 shares were voided because they went unclaimed.
I hope Ken wastes whatever remaining years he has in his life in legal chaos. Pathetic scumbag. Rot in hell.
I hope Ken wastes whatever remaining years he has in his life in legal chaos. Pathetic scumbag. Rot in hell.
How did you contact that scumbag? I really like to know, what he did with my shares.
November 05, 2014, 06:55:24 PM
On the bright side....
... the Avalons might still be earning 1,000,000 Satoshis a week.
... the Avalons might still be earning 1,000,000 Satoshis a week.
November 05, 2014, 05:25:22 PM
Keep calm and
INTELLIHASH!
INTELLIHASH!
November 04, 2014, 07:29:11 PM
what a fucken pipe dream of a joke Mr. Slaughter is.
November 02, 2014, 11:19:29 PM
Don't worry everyone, I found a clause!!!
Quote from: Kenneth Slaughter
Shareholder guarantee
There are a total of 10,000,000 (10 Million) publicly held shares in ACtM that represent interests in all VMC, and ACtM profits. The shareholder guarantee states that these 10M shares will receive all dividends until a total of 0.0025BTC has been paid per share. Currently around 2.5% of this total has been paid out. After the 0.0025BTC has been paid to each publicly held share the CEO's holding of 15 Million shares will also begin to receive dividends so that all profits are then shared out equally between the final total of 25,000,000 shares.
There are a total of 10,000,000 (10 Million) publicly held shares in ACtM that represent interests in all VMC, and ACtM profits. The shareholder guarantee states that these 10M shares will receive all dividends until a total of 0.0025BTC has been paid per share. Currently around 2.5% of this total has been paid out. After the 0.0025BTC has been paid to each publicly held share the CEO's holding of 15 Million shares will also begin to receive dividends so that all profits are then shared out equally between the final total of 25,000,000 shares.
November 02, 2014, 07:34:50 PM
zumzero... what the???
i finally went and looked at your post history. Confirmed everything I thought... his 3rd post ever has a shill for active mining in it (go to his earliest posts and see) after that he pretty much only posts in activemining thread.
i finally went and looked at your post history. Confirmed everything I thought... his 3rd post ever has a shill for active mining in it (go to his earliest posts and see) after that he pretty much only posts in activemining thread.
my first post was actually from my first account prior to the zumzero account which was way back at the start when I bought up most of my shares. It had john in the title and I remember rucking with VE back then. go look it up sherlock. I've never been a shill and have had significantly fewer dealing with Ken than say, Blahgraphics who even met him in person. Any emails of significance between myself and Ken were posted for the shareholders to read because that was one of the few ways you lot got information.
Can you post this zumzero post you talk about and explain clearly what you mean becasue I haven't got a fucking clue what you are on about, lol. who is this shill in one of my posts?
if you are going to accuse me of anything then show your facts and then allow me to defend myself. I'm a clean as a whistle, pal. EDIT: Also, I only ever really posted in threads that I was invested in myself. I've got a whole list of better things to do with my precious time than to socialise on bitcointalk.org for heavens sake.
Get a life mad dog gogxmaddog!
November 01, 2014, 09:56:42 PM
November's finally here, hopefully we'll start getting some justice.
October 31, 2014, 09:44:52 AM
Woah, this thread is still active? I guess you could say it's... ActiveWhining™
October 29, 2014, 02:51:28 AM
This is so good. You should write comedy novels gog
October 29, 2014, 02:41:15 AM
here you go..
As Kenny slumbers in the MSD “boiler room” and Agent Hagerty and his dame go out on the town, visions are dancing in his head. Not visions of Sugar Plum Fairies mind you, similar but different. What dances in Kenny’s head are visions of Sugar Bum-Chums, a certain bum chum in particular, to be exact, and distant memories of the long past afternoons spent in each other’s loving embrace. Ahhhhh, Kenny was almost feeling warm and safe, lost in his dreaming of Zum Zero’s warm salty kisses. When he had met him, Zum was still doing the rounds, selling himself to anyone with 20 pesos or simply giving it away in the lowest dirtiest toilets in Tijuana. He looked so pathetic, kneeling there beside the urinals, with his moustache dripping like a glazed donut and clutching at the trousers of the cripples and madmen who filtered through. Kenny instantly fell in love, right then and there. He pulled the wasted human ashtray to his feet and slapped his face sending blobs of smegma in all directions and knocking zum out of his priapic stupor just long enough to tell him straight up; ”Boy, I want you! I want your body! Come away from here, with me. I’m here to save you, son.”
Zumzero can’t believe it. All his life he had been nothing but a toilet boy, a sub-bottom who existed in filth and lived only to be stepped on and spat on and have cigarettes put out on his naked chest. He never even let himself dream that there could be more, but now this. Sure the guy was old, and his breath smelled like Lysol, and he was morbidly obese, and bald, and “not much” down there. And, Oh yeah, the chronic flatulence…but, of course, zum kinda dug that actually. He liked to get right in there and sniff it all in, bury his face in those pale, sweaty ass cheeks and just feast on Kenny’s hot blasts of retched gas. True love and a match made in heaven.
They got a cheap room and didn’t emerge for days, just lying around in each other’s arms, lovingly feeding each other, Ken feeding zum Jaffa Cakes and Marmite, zum feeding Kenny 151% corn liquor and pickled eggs. Bliss. But soon enough reality began to creep back in “I can’t stay here forever my love” Kenny explained to zumzero, “ I told everybody I was in California doing some kinda technology dealie…I have to return to Missouri sometime…they’ll get suspicious.”
“I don’t understand,” says zum, “are you an engineer? Is it some sort of IT thing?”
“I couldn’t tell you if I knew my little Zummy-Wummy, the whole thing is a mystery to me…it has something to do with internet and math n stuff, at least that’s what I think it is…”
Ken looks off into the middle distance and sighs…”look, its like this; I say all this random bullshit online and there are people out there who are stupid enough to give me money.”
“What?” Zum ejaculated, “Real money?”
“No” Kenny replied, wiping the ejaculate from his forehead, “bitcoin money, but my nephew says its ok and he buys them from me for 5 cents a piece! HA! I’m really a rich guy, you know, I’ve made over 27 dollars doing this, and The Man is none the wiser.”
A police siren sounded outside and a pack of viscous dogs went wild taking the edge off the romantic mood in this skid row flop-house room and replacing it with a vague sense of dread for a moment.
“That sounds really keen, Daddy” says Zum, spellbound by this immense shit-pile of a man and his fantastical tales of riches and gold. Easy money! “and I think I know a way I can help…”
As Kenny slumbers in the MSD “boiler room” and Agent Hagerty and his dame go out on the town, visions are dancing in his head. Not visions of Sugar Plum Fairies mind you, similar but different. What dances in Kenny’s head are visions of Sugar Bum-Chums, a certain bum chum in particular, to be exact, and distant memories of the long past afternoons spent in each other’s loving embrace. Ahhhhh, Kenny was almost feeling warm and safe, lost in his dreaming of Zum Zero’s warm salty kisses. When he had met him, Zum was still doing the rounds, selling himself to anyone with 20 pesos or simply giving it away in the lowest dirtiest toilets in Tijuana. He looked so pathetic, kneeling there beside the urinals, with his moustache dripping like a glazed donut and clutching at the trousers of the cripples and madmen who filtered through. Kenny instantly fell in love, right then and there. He pulled the wasted human ashtray to his feet and slapped his face sending blobs of smegma in all directions and knocking zum out of his priapic stupor just long enough to tell him straight up; ”Boy, I want you! I want your body! Come away from here, with me. I’m here to save you, son.”
Zumzero can’t believe it. All his life he had been nothing but a toilet boy, a sub-bottom who existed in filth and lived only to be stepped on and spat on and have cigarettes put out on his naked chest. He never even let himself dream that there could be more, but now this. Sure the guy was old, and his breath smelled like Lysol, and he was morbidly obese, and bald, and “not much” down there. And, Oh yeah, the chronic flatulence…but, of course, zum kinda dug that actually. He liked to get right in there and sniff it all in, bury his face in those pale, sweaty ass cheeks and just feast on Kenny’s hot blasts of retched gas. True love and a match made in heaven.
They got a cheap room and didn’t emerge for days, just lying around in each other’s arms, lovingly feeding each other, Ken feeding zum Jaffa Cakes and Marmite, zum feeding Kenny 151% corn liquor and pickled eggs. Bliss. But soon enough reality began to creep back in “I can’t stay here forever my love” Kenny explained to zumzero, “ I told everybody I was in California doing some kinda technology dealie…I have to return to Missouri sometime…they’ll get suspicious.”
“I don’t understand,” says zum, “are you an engineer? Is it some sort of IT thing?”
“I couldn’t tell you if I knew my little Zummy-Wummy, the whole thing is a mystery to me…it has something to do with internet and math n stuff, at least that’s what I think it is…”
Ken looks off into the middle distance and sighs…”look, its like this; I say all this random bullshit online and there are people out there who are stupid enough to give me money.”
“What?” Zum ejaculated, “Real money?”
“No” Kenny replied, wiping the ejaculate from his forehead, “bitcoin money, but my nephew says its ok and he buys them from me for 5 cents a piece! HA! I’m really a rich guy, you know, I’ve made over 27 dollars doing this, and The Man is none the wiser.”
A police siren sounded outside and a pack of viscous dogs went wild taking the edge off the romantic mood in this skid row flop-house room and replacing it with a vague sense of dread for a moment.
“That sounds really keen, Daddy” says Zum, spellbound by this immense shit-pile of a man and his fantastical tales of riches and gold. Easy money! “and I think I know a way I can help…”
Change Tijuana to Glasgow then add more iNTELLiHASH, and you've got another winner!
October 29, 2014, 02:14:45 AM
Bahahaha, yes well it's probably closer to the truth than we realise. Zum is probably the alter ego of that guy Darian that was scamming people with magic supplies all those eons ago.
October 29, 2014, 01:27:13 AM
here you go..
As Kenny slumbers in the MSD “boiler room” and Agent Hagerty and his dame go out on the town, visions are dancing in his head. Not visions of Sugar Plum Fairies mind you, similar but different. What dances in Kenny’s head are visions of Sugar Bum-Chums, a certain bum chum in particular, to be exact, and distant memories of the long past afternoons spent in each other’s loving embrace. Ahhhhh, Kenny was almost feeling warm and safe, lost in his dreaming of Zum Zero’s warm salty kisses. When he had met him, Zum was still doing the rounds, selling himself to anyone with 20 pesos or simply giving it away in the lowest dirtiest toilets in Tijuana. He looked so pathetic, kneeling there beside the urinals, with his moustache dripping like a glazed donut and clutching at the trousers of the cripples and madmen who filtered through. Kenny instantly fell in love, right then and there. He pulled the wasted human ashtray to his feet and slapped his face sending blobs of smegma in all directions and knocking zum out of his priapic stupor just long enough to tell him straight up; ”Boy, I want you! I want your body! Come away from here, with me. I’m here to save you, son.”
Zumzero can’t believe it. All his life he had been nothing but a toilet boy, a sub-bottom who existed in filth and lived only to be stepped on and spat on and have cigarettes put out on his naked chest. He never even let himself dream that there could be more, but now this. Sure the guy was old, and his breath smelled like Lysol, and he was morbidly obese, and bald, and “not much” down there. And, Oh yeah, the chronic flatulence…but, of course, zum kinda dug that actually. He liked to get right in there and sniff it all in, bury his face in those pale, sweaty ass cheeks and just feast on Kenny’s hot blasts of retched gas. True love and a match made in heaven.
They got a cheap room and didn’t emerge for days, just lying around in each other’s arms, lovingly feeding each other, Ken feeding zum Jaffa Cakes and Marmite, zum feeding Kenny 151% corn liquor and pickled eggs. Bliss. But soon enough reality began to creep back in “I can’t stay here forever my love” Kenny explained to zumzero, “ I told everybody I was in California doing some kinda technology dealie…I have to return to Missouri sometime…they’ll get suspicious.”
“I don’t understand,” says zum, “are you an engineer? Is it some sort of IT thing?”
“I couldn’t tell you if I knew my little Zummy-Wummy, the whole thing is a mystery to me…it has something to do with internet and math n stuff, at least that’s what I think it is…”
Ken looks off into the middle distance and sighs…”look, its like this; I say all this random bullshit online and there are people out there who are stupid enough to give me money.”
“What?” Zum ejaculated, “Real money?”
“No” Kenny replied, wiping the ejaculate from his forehead, “bitcoin money, but my nephew says its ok and he buys them from me for 5 cents a piece! HA! I’m really a rich guy, you know, I’ve made over 27 dollars doing this, and The Man is none the wiser.”
A police siren sounded outside and a pack of viscous dogs went wild taking the edge off the romantic mood in this skid row flop-house room and replacing it with a vague sense of dread for a moment.
“That sounds really keen, Daddy” says Zum, spellbound by this immense shit-pile of a man and his fantastical tales of riches and gold. Easy money! “and I think I know a way I can help…”
As Kenny slumbers in the MSD “boiler room” and Agent Hagerty and his dame go out on the town, visions are dancing in his head. Not visions of Sugar Plum Fairies mind you, similar but different. What dances in Kenny’s head are visions of Sugar Bum-Chums, a certain bum chum in particular, to be exact, and distant memories of the long past afternoons spent in each other’s loving embrace. Ahhhhh, Kenny was almost feeling warm and safe, lost in his dreaming of Zum Zero’s warm salty kisses. When he had met him, Zum was still doing the rounds, selling himself to anyone with 20 pesos or simply giving it away in the lowest dirtiest toilets in Tijuana. He looked so pathetic, kneeling there beside the urinals, with his moustache dripping like a glazed donut and clutching at the trousers of the cripples and madmen who filtered through. Kenny instantly fell in love, right then and there. He pulled the wasted human ashtray to his feet and slapped his face sending blobs of smegma in all directions and knocking zum out of his priapic stupor just long enough to tell him straight up; ”Boy, I want you! I want your body! Come away from here, with me. I’m here to save you, son.”
Zumzero can’t believe it. All his life he had been nothing but a toilet boy, a sub-bottom who existed in filth and lived only to be stepped on and spat on and have cigarettes put out on his naked chest. He never even let himself dream that there could be more, but now this. Sure the guy was old, and his breath smelled like Lysol, and he was morbidly obese, and bald, and “not much” down there. And, Oh yeah, the chronic flatulence…but, of course, zum kinda dug that actually. He liked to get right in there and sniff it all in, bury his face in those pale, sweaty ass cheeks and just feast on Kenny’s hot blasts of retched gas. True love and a match made in heaven.
They got a cheap room and didn’t emerge for days, just lying around in each other’s arms, lovingly feeding each other, Ken feeding zum Jaffa Cakes and Marmite, zum feeding Kenny 151% corn liquor and pickled eggs. Bliss. But soon enough reality began to creep back in “I can’t stay here forever my love” Kenny explained to zumzero, “ I told everybody I was in California doing some kinda technology dealie…I have to return to Missouri sometime…they’ll get suspicious.”
“I don’t understand,” says zum, “are you an engineer? Is it some sort of IT thing?”
“I couldn’t tell you if I knew my little Zummy-Wummy, the whole thing is a mystery to me…it has something to do with internet and math n stuff, at least that’s what I think it is…”
Ken looks off into the middle distance and sighs…”look, its like this; I say all this random bullshit online and there are people out there who are stupid enough to give me money.”
“What?” Zum ejaculated, “Real money?”
“No” Kenny replied, wiping the ejaculate from his forehead, “bitcoin money, but my nephew says its ok and he buys them from me for 5 cents a piece! HA! I’m really a rich guy, you know, I’ve made over 27 dollars doing this, and The Man is none the wiser.”
A police siren sounded outside and a pack of viscous dogs went wild taking the edge off the romantic mood in this skid row flop-house room and replacing it with a vague sense of dread for a moment.
“That sounds really keen, Daddy” says Zum, spellbound by this immense shit-pile of a man and his fantastical tales of riches and gold. Easy money! “and I think I know a way I can help…”
October 29, 2014, 12:35:43 AM
http://cointelegraph.com/news/112811/us-regulators-one-two-punch-sec-probes-crowdsales-fincen-takes-aim-at-exchanges
I have this image in my head of Kenny down at the MSD offices. Single chair in a darkened room. A lone bare bulb shines hanging from the ceiling. The 3rd degree. Agent Hagerty throws a distressed telephone book aside and wipes the blood off his knuckles. "Listen Slaughter, you cheap rummy, you better come clean, and quick! Are you ready to talk, or do you want some more "deep tissue massage"?"
"Alright, alright, I'll sing! I'll tell you anything you want...you want names? I'll give you names, thousands of names! I bought the whole email list of every user at bitcointalk of some guy at fivver, you can have the whole lot, they're all scamming and screwing each other so hard over there you wont know if you're a man or a woman by the time you get out! Its a goldmine!"
"Shaddap!" SMACK, and Agent Hagerty lets Kenny have it right across the kisser. That shuts him up a little, except for some quiet sobbing. "If there's anything I hate more than a Securities Fraudster its a snitch!" Kenny sobbing looks up and tries to speak with a trembling lip before BAM its a mean left hook and sweet dreams for Kenny.
As Agent Hagerty leaves the interrogation room he stops to toss the list of names and adresses onto the secretary's desk. "Just pop that over to the boys at the SEC office when you get a chance, ok toots? There's enough in there to take down the whole Midwest and beyond. He named everybody, right up to the top." Nodding his head as her disbelief met his eyes, "Thats right, sweetheart, he even gave me Dorian Nakamoto!"
Impressed, secretary holds the sheet gingerly and then ventures to ask; "...but what will become of our friend" gesturing to the KO'd Ken Slaughter sleeping it off in the back room.
"That bum? A one way ticket to Palookaville is what he gets baby, and thats all he gets. Shoulda known better than try and cut a deal with a Missouri Regional Securities Enforcement Counsellor! C'mon dollface, get your coat and hat, we're going to go celebrate! Let's you and me go get a couple o' juicy steaks over at the brown derby, huh? We'll leave that sucker here...where he's going the only thing they'll be serving is Intellihash."
Music and fade out
I have this image in my head of Kenny down at the MSD offices. Single chair in a darkened room. A lone bare bulb shines hanging from the ceiling. The 3rd degree. Agent Hagerty throws a distressed telephone book aside and wipes the blood off his knuckles. "Listen Slaughter, you cheap rummy, you better come clean, and quick! Are you ready to talk, or do you want some more "deep tissue massage"?"
"Alright, alright, I'll sing! I'll tell you anything you want...you want names? I'll give you names, thousands of names! I bought the whole email list of every user at bitcointalk of some guy at fivver, you can have the whole lot, they're all scamming and screwing each other so hard over there you wont know if you're a man or a woman by the time you get out! Its a goldmine!"
"Shaddap!" SMACK, and Agent Hagerty lets Kenny have it right across the kisser. That shuts him up a little, except for some quiet sobbing. "If there's anything I hate more than a Securities Fraudster its a snitch!" Kenny sobbing looks up and tries to speak with a trembling lip before BAM its a mean left hook and sweet dreams for Kenny.
As Agent Hagerty leaves the interrogation room he stops to toss the list of names and adresses onto the secretary's desk. "Just pop that over to the boys at the SEC office when you get a chance, ok toots? There's enough in there to take down the whole Midwest and beyond. He named everybody, right up to the top." Nodding his head as her disbelief met his eyes, "Thats right, sweetheart, he even gave me Dorian Nakamoto!"
Impressed, secretary holds the sheet gingerly and then ventures to ask; "...but what will become of our friend" gesturing to the KO'd Ken Slaughter sleeping it off in the back room.
"That bum? A one way ticket to Palookaville is what he gets baby, and thats all he gets. Shoulda known better than try and cut a deal with a Missouri Regional Securities Enforcement Counsellor! C'mon dollface, get your coat and hat, we're going to go celebrate! Let's you and me go get a couple o' juicy steaks over at the brown derby, huh? We'll leave that sucker here...where he's going the only thing they'll be serving is Intellihash."
Music and fade out
Brilliant! Can't wait for the sequel, where Ken goes on the lam with zumzero and they hide out in the old Buttcave!
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