From Routledge’s Studies In Whiteness: Jess Johnson & Her Singing Sistahs

On our way to Planet Love Fest singing to Gaia all the way. I'm so sorry. I love you. Please forgive me...and thank you. 🌎❤️🙏🏼

Posted by Jess Magic on Saturday, March 11, 2017

Julia Allison’s BFF and her soulful blond “angels” just won’t stop giving it to us a cappella. “Oh, porno, porno, oh, oh, porno, porno … ”

Sure, Cory. But until that miraculous event occurs, you may have to keep supporting Jaahass. Her Patreon monthly donations have shrunk to $132/mo, though they never came anywhere near the 8k/mo initially requested by the caterwauler.

I thought it would be fun to check out the latest FB posts from the caterwauler’s partners-in-slime, the two women earnestly singing along and the third (unseen) woman tagged by Jaahass. Wow. Just. Wow. Scam Central!

Annie Anton in the shower. With Pearls. “What up, bro?!”

Bottom Picture: Thrilled to be away from the braying donkey, middle-aged DJ Rain PhuturePhuckPhace smiles wide:



  1. whoa, Rain looks WAY different in this photo compared to his promotional material. He looks like an aging uncle. Is he like in his late 40s?

  2. He can’t tell the difference between nights and night’s?

    No wonder he likes to pork a Donkey!


  3. From Jess’ Patreon page:

    “This creator hasn’t posted anything yet!
    When they do, you’ll see it here first.”

    Actually I assume I will see it here first.

    • Right? NOBODY calls it that. Maybe if you were actually in a boat on the water, you could say, “I’m sailing around the bay.” But only then.

      Every time one of those hick woos calls it “the Bay,” I think they’re talking about Old Bay crab seasoning, or some location in New England. Go back to Wilmette.

      • Also the condescending reference to “little town” Santa Cruz. It’s bigger than hicksville NOVATO, you ignorant hick.

        • Santa Cruz native and yes to all this, plus where is Novato’s elite public university? (I also went to UCSC. Literal town and gown in one person.) And and and, most of us who live(d) in SC consider it part of the outer Bay Area, but that’s a point to quibble with.

  4. The song in the car is the creepiest thing ever. Sounds like something you would here the Manson family singing.

    • This. I enjoyed Annie Anton’s remark about how badly she needs a shower. P-U!

  5. Tonight at 11:00…a band of self proclaimed woo priestesses veered off of a cliff and to their fiery doom today. Authorities believe that the driver, instead of looking at the actual road, was enthusiastically singing to Gaia and making googly eyes and duck lips at the onboard dash cam. Unfortunately, it was during this inattentive period when Mary Magdalene decided to presence in the middle of the road. The driver swerved to avoid hitting her and drove over the cliff.

    In a statement following the tragedy, Ms. Magdalene felt horrible about her part in the accident and told this reporter that it was her intention only to slow the priestesses down to a gentle stop and to politely ask the them to stop claiming they are interpreters of her primary message. “That’s some bullshit, don’t you think?” proclaimed Magdalene.

    After further thought, Magdalene realized she didn’t feel that horrible about the events of the day after all.

  6. Ouch it truly does sound like a cat being strangled. Jess that face truly looks like they are taking a dump. Yeah like yikes and gross not a cute look.

  7. Your “enoughness”?! That is not a word. None of these are words. “When I presence the energy”?! Better. Presence is a word, just not a verb. You may be a special snowflake unique in your priestess breederdom, but the English language is not.

    These folks are Owen Wilson movie characters, just not the interesting ones. These are the Bradley Coopers before Silver Lining. Well, maybe, in that too. Wasn’t the “butterscotch stallion” Owen the one that coined the phrase “your ‘ness’ness”? As in your wooness, your looniness, your cuckoo for Cocoa Puffsness? They should stick to their Nessness as far as making up words. And quit trying to make “feel into it” happen. It’s creepy and takes me to weird visual places like when you’d stick your hands into a bowl behind a black sheet at a Halloween fair and they’d tell you that spaghetti and Jello was guts and those frozen grapes were eyeballs. No. I’m not going to “feel into it”. I don’t know where that Jello’s been. If it’s even “Jello”.

    • And why is the backseat middle one all Tracy Flicking the camera?! Sit back. Don’t thrust your chest. Put your seatbelt on and stop being a Sally Show-off. FGawdS!

      • Sally Show-Off, AKA Annie Anton, followed up her Jaahass singalong with an insufferable video of herself mugging and singing in the shower while talking about how she literally stinks.


      • Why do these unemployed, self-proclaimed hippie woos all have nice cars with (non-vegan) leather seats?

  8. Will give credit where due, he is in good shape for his age, earns an honest living, can attract younger women, not all guys in 40s can do that

    • Especially not the broke-ass 40 something men. He may in fact be the world’s tallest midget.

    • Thumbs up when you’re so developmentally stunted that you’re dating and banging women young enough to be your daughter, and I ain’t talkin’ burro.

    • At some level it really is pathetic, though. Here he is, a guy in his mid-forties, not actually successful, traveling by van from venue to venue to play the 10 AM shows at second rate festivals. He’s never going to be more famous (since that seems to be what he wants). His music is awful. He’s not cute.
      The music could be a fun hobby. He could play a few weekends a year while he pursues other businesses or jobs which are sustainable long term. A good friend would help him to find other ways of living his life. Of course Julia thought her former boyfriend could be both a healing chef and a model, and encouraged the poor man to pursue these both as careers. With her helpful marketing genius, that clearly has never, ever worked, she will launch Rain’s career into the stratosphere.
      The upside is that eventually her father will have to support both of them.

      • My friend is a classical musician AND has a full-time job of some responsibility. She gets to be an artist, and also has health insurance and benefits, and owns a home. No couch surfing in her 40s.

        He will be in his 50s, working as a part-time “DJ” at dirt festivals, with no insurance and no permanent place to live. I guess that’s better than being in your fifties and unemployed and sub-sub-letting and still calling yourself a journalist and a columnist because of things you did in college, which is where A Donkey will end up.

  9. OT, but 2 more examples of people who beat A Delusional Donkey to the finish line:

    1. The dude who did that silly Christmas song with Flusher Price has published an OMG book on the music industry, and it’s getting good reviews from actual people, not just woo friends.
    2. I was watching Say Yes to the Dress (I know) and one of the brides had a white wedding dress with a rainbow tulle petticoat underneath. She was marrying an actual human being.

  10. it may just be how i have the display set on my laptop, but krista richards’ photo looks like someone did a really bad photoshop job on it.

    her forehead and cheekbones: oh-so-smooth mannequin-like plastic.

    • It’s been photoshopped to oblivion. The person driving the car is also Richards and she looks nothing like the hologram in the Glamour Shots photo.

  11. Hey driving Woo Singer, stop looking at yourself in the lens reflection and watch the road!

  12. Will Donk hoof it to the ny manor d’elsberg as a new roomie with a cot in the cuckoo cacao chateau with birdies

    Should we be concerned about our overlords? We thank yous! come back

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