Maybe Zeus told them.

The girl helped me so much. I betrayed her. 2012-02-18 - Monday Morning - the girl's dad drove me for an interview that Monday morning to have an interview with that New Star English Center in the Tan Phu District. It might have been Tuesday morning. But maybe and probably Monday morning. So, they helped me. But then the hotel thing happened. It was my fault. Yes, Kathy had fault in it too, but that doesn't eradicate my failure to leave that hotel. I should have walked away. From 2013-02-20 Wednesday, around 01:00 PM ICT to 2013-04-08 Monday around 09:00 AM, I lived at the house of Kathy in District 8 and we had sex whenever she would ask her it. So, I was her bitch, her sex toy. I rented that room from her. I didn't pay with money but with my body. I was a male whore, prostitute. I let her take advantage of me. In a way, physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, socially, literally, figuratively, in so many ways at the same time, Kathy Raped Oatmeal in that hotel that first time. I may have written bits and pieces of this story in the past. Right now, I am trying to spell it out with as many words possible. Maybe not as many words as possible. But I really want you to see what I saw. This is not an X-Rated post, but it is attempting to strip me naked like she did to me, pun intended. I was not intending to get lost in that world with Kathy but it happened. This article is attempting to expose what happened. I understand that this can destroy me right now. It can come back to sink my careers, ministries, and everything. I accept all the consequences that comes with it. Yes, I was raped, maybe. but at the same time, maybe I raped Kathy's mind, not purposely, but maybe accidentally. I was not proactive enough. I was not careful enough. I was not praying enough. I was too scared. I know people have and will continue to make and take my words and life out of context like they do with Alex Jones and other people. Famous people get this in the tabloids. I wanted to get this out there beforehand. I can't undo the past. I didn't want to talk about it as it distracts from my character. Like I said earlier, there are many reasons why I try not to talk about it. I want this to be on the Internet as a reminder of what happens when you are not careful. If you want to sleep around, then go ahead. I'm not going to stop you. It is problematic to sleep around. I only slept with Kathy. I only got to Biblically know her. I only had sex, as of right now in 2018, with Kathy in 2013. I met her 2 more times after that in 2015 but I kept my distance from her at those times. She told me what happened with her life in 2015. And she was maybe trying to get me get back in a relationship with her again. No, thank you. I'm thinking of having this article in small letters. I just want the record to be here just in case. Some people can choose to read this and consider my side of the story. Ultimately, there is nothing I can do to change what people think about all of this. But I still wanted to keep this for the record. I lived with Kathy for 48 days 9or for 6 weeks and 6 days exactly) from Wednesday, the 20th of March 2013 to Monday, the 8th of April 2013, exactly. After I refused to give her money from my salary from teaching English, she kicked me out. I moved into the Saigon Balo Backpacker's Hostel at 203 Pham Ngu Laos, District 1, of Saigon, Vietnam. She helped me moved into that hostel. Kathy helped me with that. I stayed with her those 48 days because she was helping me. I wanted to ride it out. I wanted to see what would happen. I think she drove me over for an interview in February at the Tan Van Foreign Language School in the Go Vap District. I began teaching for Tan Van on like Friday, the first of March, 2013, (and worked for Tan Van until like June, 2013) and for New Star in the Tan Phu District on maybe Friday, the 8th or more likely the 15th of March, 2013, until like August, 2013. I stayed at a hotel for my first six days (five nights) in Vietnam from Thursday to Tuesday, the 29th of November, 2012, to the 4th of December, 2013. I stayed at Papa Foods for about 43 days from the fourth of Dec. until maybe Wednesday, like the 16th of January, 2013. Stayed at a house in Hanoi for about 15 days. Wednesday night, on the 30th of Jan., 2013, went to Hoa Binh for like six days. Monday morning, the 4th of February, went on a bus to Thanh Hoa for six days until Saturday, the 9th of February. Then went to Hanoi on Sunday, the tenth and moved in with Kathy ten days after on Wednesday, the twentieth of Feb. '13. I'm writing all of this in case I forget. I also want to understand the details. I also may talk and write about the details less. I may link to articles like this in future articles so I do not have to always rewrite what I already wrote. I stayed with Kathy because she was taking me to work each day. She like promised to do that. So, I wanted to hold her to those promises. Yeah, maybe she could break her promises at the same time. I wanted her to at least confess to breaking promises that is if she were to go and break said alleged promises. Kathy may have denied certain promises. It is possible that she didn't mean what I thought she said. Maybe I misunderstood some of what she said. But it sounded like she was trying to say she would help me. I have always had a habit of letting people help me in my life. While in Vietnam for 5 years, I began seeing people declare that I was taking advantage of people. I didn't see that way. It happened a little before I went to Vietnam as well but not to same level. After going to Vietnam, I saw a lot more hate come my way. I believe in letting people exercise their gifts of hospitality, generosity, etc. If you give me something, then that is good. I do not have to say thank you, Tyler Capp. But I do try to say thank you, by the way. But I always try to emphasize on what unconditional love is. If you have Agape, then you do not ask for anything in return. Yes, I should say thank you. I should return the favor. But if I am required to compensate, then the gift becomes a product. A gift cannot be a present if it demands retribution, a price, some money, some action. So, I would always cry out that idea. I always try to preach my crazy definitions of words like love. I see love as a sacrifice of commitment. So, I let people help me. I was helping Kathy help me. I asked people online for help. Kathy answered my replies. I wrote general Facebook posts for example. People complained that I was complaining too much. I would always say that I was revealing and not complaining. I was letting people know what was happening in my life in order to allow other people to interact with my life. I stayed with Kathy at her house for those 48 days as I thought she promised to help me for a month and I didn't know where else to go and I was scared. I didn't know how to get to the schools by myself. I felt scared and alone. I wanted her to commit to what I thought was her promise, her promises. Yes, here is my disclaimer, that I cannot absolutely say that she made that promise, but I thought she did. And she can always change her mind. I tried to encourage her to confess to changing her mind, that is if she wanted me to leave earlier. She could have not taken me in the first place. She made me tell everybody on Facebook that Kathy was the Boyfriend (BF) of Oatmeal Joey Arnold (JSA). I guess I could have said no. But she threw stuff at me. She bit me at times. She had like bipolar, like a split personality which her mother told me was a problem when her head got too hot or something. Maybe on a period or a bunch of different things. While living in Vietnam for five years, I saw other people with the same kind of Adam Sandler Anger Management issues. People can blow up. I was probably tough to live with as well. Kathy pushed me, the L4OJ, to get an electric bicycle, for like 3.000.000 VND ($150 USD) or possibly more than that. I would say it cost like $200. It was probably closer to $180. But she nagged me a lot until she drove me to a place and I paid the money. It was a used bike with like a short battery life. I didn't use it. The bike was too slow. She suggested that the bike to be donated or sold to her boss or friend's daughters or something like that. She would talk about it from time to time. One day, it was gone. Her mother gave it to them or something. Kathy pressed me to take Vietnamese classes. I didn't really want to but I caved in. I fell to her wishes like I did with everything else. I had some money. I could have paid. But Kathy said her mother had money. So, they paid. And then I asked for my money from my bike which they either sold or donated. Kathy said I paid for the classes with the money. I replied, "I thought your mom paid for the classes." Kathy replied, "Yes, my mom paid for the classes but with your money." Those are not exact quotes but that is the general outline from hours of conversations we had in person and via texts in emails and on Facebook and wherever. It can be even wordier to read the other things on the Kathy Stole My Bike Story. I felt maybe inspired to write this right here. I am wrong for many things. I confess to being too dangerous. I know people will continue to not read what I am writing here. So, remember that some people will continue to take me out of context even as I wrote all of this. I may make videos where I read this. I believe in celibacy like my sisters, especially like Katie who wrote about it, about choosing a life like that. I chose that type of life after reading that book called I Kissed Dating Goodbye as a kid. So, I was already there and I am back on that bandwagon train until the day I marry, if I were to ever be that lucky. So, this article can be my apology to my future wife which may never happen for a bunch of reasons related to me and more importantly related to the crazy world we live in. But this is my apology to a special woman I may have someday, "Please forgive me for Kathy." That is my plead. I am sorry. Thank you, for caring. Thank you reading. Thank you, as the Golden Girls and Golden Gram Crackers would say, "For being a friend." I was too stupid for not taking more risks and for not waiting more for making things work. I got better at my job as a teacher and I learned how to ride my bicycle all around Saigon. But my first like two months in Saigon, I was more scared than I even knew. I made poor decisions. More importantly, I flirted too much. I lived a life where I thought that all of my flirting in America did nothing maybe. So, I went to Vietnam with that same mentality that flirting would not go anywhere. Why would anybody sleep with me? I felt too sorry for myself, and that is part of the reason to the Fall of Rome, the Fall of Oatmeal. I felt too emotional about it. I try my best to stay away from my emotions and to live from my spirit of what I believe and I am learning to walk in that light, in that path, more and more as I get older and fatter like Fat Joey from Metal Gear Joey (MGJ). I have been forgetting how to Get Your Joy On (GYJO). As I get older, I learn to forgive myself. I said that Kathy owed me money for my bike. Yes, I believe she owed me and that she still owes me for that bike. But at the same time, I mostly talked about that story so many times because I simply wanted Kathy to confess by saying, simply, "Yes, I owe you. But I will not pay or cannot pay or do not want to pay or will pay later maybe but yeah, I do technically owe you." Maybe just a simple, "True but no thank you. Just a simple acknowledgement. My disclaimer here is that she may know this. Maybe she said it or implied it before. Maybe she kind of said these things before. I am sorry if that is true. As far as I can recall, that is not true. That is why I kept on bringing up the bike. She would then say that I owe her. I would say that she chose to help me. I was very passionate in an angry way as I tried in person to explain unilateral, unconditional, covenants, love, agape. I always try to use words and I always try to say things in crazy ways to get my point across. I have ruined too many friendships. By the way, I probably hurt people just by mentioning them in my blogs, videos, writings, emails, etc, maybe, to an extent, or so it would seem, allegedly, through the subjective lens and art and relativity of perspective, perception, limited vision, understanding, earthly wisdom. So, I am sorry if you are hurt, if you feel hurt. One time, Kathy took me to a Chinese restaurant in like district 5 and I ate some horse penis. When she told me what it was, I spat it out. She got mad. She threw stuff at me. They kicked us out. She got mad at me. One time, Kathy tried to run me over when I went to walk over from one school to my next class at another school. She was mad or something. So, I started walking as I needed to get to my next class one day in March 2013. By the way, Facebook has been deleting my posts, videos, articles, pictures, photos, images, accounts, profiles, pages, groups, many times, over the years, including my first or second official Facebook which probably had records of my life in 2013. Twitter and Theology online attacked me too. I was told I was a Russian Bot or something like fake news. YouTube terminated at least two of my YouTube channels, Ojawall in October 2017, and also Joeyarnoldvn in October 2018. So, I probably had a lot of videos from maybe 2013 that could have revealed more. I made a lot of mistakes. I did bad things. Trump did bad too. But Trump did many good things, too. But other people did bad things, too. We can talk about the bad things I did. But too often in life, if we only talk about my bad, then we may never talk about the sins of others. Maybe Kathy did some bad. Maybe other people did some bad. Maybe I can confess to some of the things I did. And that is what I am trying to say. Maybe Facebook, YouTube, Twitter, and others, did bad too when they terminate, shadow ban, delete, remove, erase, Hillary Clinton Obama bleach bit acid remove stuff, hammer smashing it all back to China. Bad stuff is happening in the world. We should not be fighting with each other while globalists use 5G to destroy us. They are using vaccines to murder us. Look at the vaccines of the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation in India for example. I confess to being too stupid. I confess to letting people being nice to me. Maybe I should not trust people too much. Maybe I should not expect people to like keep their promises. I am not angry. I am not bitter. I am writing this because it happened. And all things work together for good. If you made mistakes, then please know there is hope for you like there is hope for me, I hope. No, I do not hope like I do not know. I do know that life is awesome. Things will always come at you like they do to me. That is why I talk about this. Don't be afraid of skeletons in you closet. Like Eminem, you can come out of closets. Like Mario, your princess is in another castle. Keep going. You did bad things. Change them. You can. Other people did bad to you, then tell them. If they refuse to make things right, for retribution, for justice, for restoration, you may need to tell other people. That is why I am telling the whole world. Because I believe in testimonies. I think Kathy is a nice person. And I believe in the freedom of speech, religions, press, property rights, and especially the right of privacy found in the 4th amendment which big tech has been raping and violating. Yeah, speaking of raping, shadow governments has been attacking us and hurting us for too long. That is why @Stefan.Molyneux did a documentary on documentary on Poland. Lauren Southern did one called Farmlands on South Africa. Join the revolutions all around the world before it is too late. I forgive Kathy. But I don't believe in forgetting. When we forget history, we make the same mistakes over and over again. We can break addictions, bad habits, and many things. I am breaking habits in my life, I am growing. I am sorry for the bad I have done, dear readers. I may write more about other crimes I have done in my life. I have been a bad boy and I try my best to change each day, gradually. And that is what life is all about. I love the book of James as it talks about doing good works because we are saved. You do not have to believe in crazy religions, maybe, in being saved, to get that doing good is awesome. The only better than what is good is what is better and like The Salvation Army, we try our best to do the most good with a heart to God and a hand to man. This article serves as a testimony of redemption and it is for the record as well. What did I do wrong? I let weeds grow in my garden and in my life. I didn't step out in faith enough. I was guilty of loving myself. If you want to love others, you need to be able to love yourself first. When you do not love enough, you hate more, indirectly. You began to make bad decisions. You can only love yourself if you ask Jesus to fill you with His Redemption, Forgiveness, Salvation, His Love. Some people may not believe in that. But that is what I believe. Please do not hate on my beliefs. But I guess you can if you want. But I wrote a little bit about what happened in this article. I must say again that this is an outline and I may write more later in the first place. I may reference some of the events from this article in future articles. I have included links and pictures in this article. You can click on the links to see other things I wrote about this in the past. Others wrote about this. But in the future, some of the other articles on other blogs and websites may be gone in the future. Other websites may take them down. That is why I decided to write all of this. I made poor decisions because I was in a pretty bad place in my life. My parents were divorced. I felt maybe too empty like as if I couldn't get love from other people in any way. I have learned a lot since then and it is not like I didn't know the value of my Oatmeal if you know what I mean before that. But I just let things derail during my first few months in Vietnam. I took too many things too personally like maybe Corey did in Revolution Hawaii. I mean no disrespect and I believe we can all gain from talking about these things. I am guilty of violating social codes. I am guilty of being politically incorrect. I am guilty of allowing people to exercise their gifts of hospitality. I believe in confession, in admitting to what happened. We all can learn from history, from each other. Why stop here? By the way, in like 2016, Tom Thi Nguyen interviewed me concerning some things that happened in 2016. After talking to her for like hours, she posted like a fake news hit piece that went against me. I may need to write a new post about it. I think the article she shared on Facebook was going against me. Long story short, I thought I could trust her, but she was only pretending to listen. It seems that she was like against me. Please tell me that she was trying to help me.