Andrew Beaton from the Wall Street Journal is a clown

Like literallly. I looked up his family heritage through 23andMe and wouldnt you know it, listed next to can't think and talk at the same time was a photo of Andrew in all his glory... and you know this made everything make so much more sense now. All this time, I thought Andrew Beaton was just some elite, douchebag liar. And he very well may be, but the lying wasn't intentional because now I see it is actually genetics because he is literally just a fucking clown and cannot help himself.

Well jokes on me for being so angry, losing everything, and not being able to get hired because of him. All this time, I thought he was an arrogant Duke gradate prick, but he was really a shoe in for Dukes affirmative action requirement of 6-7 clowns a year. And speaking of shoes. --ladies, I do need to clear something up. His big feet mean nothing --- in the clown world, bigger the feet means smaller the meat. So, his shoe size may be clown, but his Pete size is zero and ----no wonder his smile looks fake and painted on, like his penis, its not real.

Now you are going to have to take my word about his clown genetics. It was in a report I read about him. But promise you, just as he was honest, I am too.

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Penis jokes are classics in belittling other men. We have all done it, and when you do not like someone it is a natural reaction. Now, I admit I just do not like Andrew Beaton. It could be his face, it could be his name, or it could be the fact that he took away someting dear from me and tarnished it.

Andrew Beaton for the Wall Street Journal wrote that I was a fugitive, wanted by federal authorties and told people I changed my name to evade capture and the courts in Seattle. All of these were and are lies, but the name change is the one that really fucking upset me. I told Andrew and his editor, who by the way were never going to call me for their hit piece, I called them as I heard they were creeping behind my back to gain more people to their side of the story ---interesting from a thousand athletes clients and all of those teams, not a single one said anything bad---

Anyway. I explained to them, that yes, I needed a fresh start. And yes, I was in a new city, Chicago and was afraid to death of people googling me. But I also had a stronger emotion, this was a fresh start and something I have always wanted was to have my birth name. The only thing I have from my parents. I dreamed of this since I was a teenager and it felt like the right time. I knew that if I could have a fresh, clean start, I could get myself back on my feet. And guess what, the fact that 18 months after being homeless, leaving Seattle and taking my fresh start with my birth name, the New York Post and Bloomberg among a dozen other publications wrote about how I skyrocketed to be the go to clothing guy for pro athletes. I had never been in fashion. I had never been in New York. I had never been in the pro athlete world and yet there I was, bright as a fucking star as Andrew Jang ------- fuck I was so proud of me and my last name ----- and then Andrew Beaton and the Wall Street Journal ripped that away from me. For what, some clicks? I built a company, a brand and was continuing to grow and doing great things for the community and for my clients ---and was also finding ways to get myself over the shit I had just gone through; the humilation of homelessness, the hunger of eating out of trash cans, the pain of sleeping on a bench and the disbelief of two suicide attempts. I had a lot to get to over and my fashion brand, wasn't just an outlet, it was a healing mechanism.

So fuck you Andrew Beaton and the Wall Street Journal Who claimed you as the profiteer of peoples fates. Had I been an athlete, my past and rise up would have been an inspiraiton story, a fluff piece you would have written to make yourself and the athletes you drool over feel good about yourselves. But as an Asian, orphan, came from nothing, raised in Iowa, without a 4 second 40, I guess I don't get the same application of admiration. ---makes sense. Rules and support for thee, but fuck you, stay down and in control for we ----- ok. Now I know where you and the Wall Street Journal stand, it makes it easiser for me to know who to rally against you.

and fuck------- the anger that still persists years later is intense---and in writing this, I realize that I am not ready to let it go yet. Because I need more. I need to know I hurt you in some way. Pulled someone away from you, embarrassed you, and made you regret the shit you did ---- onepublished article bringing to light your micro dick and your punchable face does not fill this pit that I dug. You may be my downfall, as I bury myself in the thoughts of revenge, but that is a pain I am willing to accept ----because unlike you, having had everything handed to him from the cocksucking you pleasure yourself with, I have had to earn everything the hard way--- blood, struggle, suffering and need to pick myself from rock bottom, alone, in the dark with thoughts of suicide ringing my ears -----------

Andrew Beaton performing in his Clown show with the Wall Street Journal