(I can say these mean things about him now because, as far as I'm concerned, he's not around anymore.)
So I joined the KenTX Boycott, permanently. And guess what I found out. It turns out that life without KenTX is virtually indistinguishable from life with KenTX. In fact, the only thing I ever got from KenTX was my time wasted.
PS, there's no way Ken has a big horsey. In Soviet Texas, big horse have you.