(I will not respond to comments made about this statement, nor do I plan on speaking further about it.  But feel free to cut and paste this statement anywhere you please.)

If it weren’t for the fact that I actually enjoy conversing with the fans of my prior bands, I would never have found out about a new band called Screeching Weasel beginning to tour.  “This can’t be the band I was in.” I say to myself.  “I would have been preparing.”  My mind would much prefer going to a place of calm contemplation than into a dark cold room filled with anger and the emotions associated with betrayal.  So to avoid painful emoting I first took the facts that Ben and I started a band together called Screeching Weasel, we both spent all our days making that band a home for ourselves, and 18 years later we put it to rest.  This along with the statement made by both me and Ben on many occasions that the band wouldn’t be Screeching Weasel without either of us, makes me assume that this band playing isn’t Screeching Weasel, because I don’t recall having kicked myself out of the band.  So it seems logical that this is not Screeching Weasel.  If it were I would have to admit that I longer have friends named Ben Foster or Dan Schafer.  As for people like Ben Weasel, Dan Vapid, or even John Jughead, I have nothing to say, because they never really existed, they were just made up names for a bunch of friends that tried to do something different in order to survive and make a living in this world.  And I imagine they are all still trying to make a living somehow, seeing that their band’s prominent “leader” never wanted to tour in order to make it financially viable to continue on.