Orbiter The Amberlynn Reid Show Supporting Cast - Because, like any giant planet, she has a lot of orbiters.

[Strawberry Pocky]

I'm going to maintain that until the day he literally shows papers with Anxiety/Depression/Bipolar/etc diagnoses with his name on them from a real Doctor and reputable clinic, Eric is a lying and scamming sack of shit.
Other cows (Shaquana Jefferson) have whipped out their papers on camera before no problem to prove their bullshit when commentors have called them out. And Eric has moaned and bleated in vlogs for attention and sympathy about way WAY worse....like his mother's death and his own alleged molestation.

So until any kind of evidence/proof can be offered up by either the MushMuppet OR Bigass HamLard, any claims of Bipolardepressionxietyspecialsnowflake Syndrome are fake as fuck.

 

[Basketball Jones]

Thanks, that's what I thought.

I have always been apathetic about Eric, but if he manages to grift his was onto disability, I think he would be seriously worse than Amber.

Slight P.L.:
I doubt Eric is actually on Disability. I’m not sure about Kentucky and how forgiving it is with Disability allowances, but at the department I worked in, we did not really consider people under 50 for most conditions as allowances unless it was an extreme situation. Especially with the mental claims because of how people liked to play mental health bingo and accumulate undiagnosed/poorly diagnosed conditions and insist they needed $1200/month.

Bipolar was a popular choice, but was very very veeeerrrrrryyy hard to prove as debilitating. Here’s a link to SSA conditions and what qualifies someone for a disability (if anyone cares). If Eric was on Disability, he’s stupid as fuck for putting his life on YouTube and is just asking for the fraud unit to get called down on him. And yes, it is possible to report someone’s social media as evidence of fraud...you would be amazed at how many people we caught based on a public FB alone.

 

[Billie Ross]

Slight P.L.:
I doubt Eric is actually on Disability. I’m not sure about Kentucky and how forgiving it is with Disability allowances, but at the department I worked in, we did not really consider people under 50 for most conditions as allowances unless it was an extreme situation. Especially with the mental claims because of how people liked to play mental health bingo and accumulate undiagnosed/poorly diagnosed conditions and insist they needed $1200/month.

Bipolar was a popular choice, but was very very veeeerrrrrryyy hard to prove as debilitating. Here’s a link to SSA conditions and what qualifies someone for a disability (if anyone cares). If Eric was on Disability, he’s stupid as fuck for putting his life on YouTube and is just asking for the fraud unit to get called down on him. And yes, it is possible to report someone’s social media as evidence of fraud...you would be amazed at how many people we caught based on a public FB alone.

Wouldn't Shaquana be in trouble if this was the case?
I also know another youtuber that used to be an Amber wanna be that is the same, she is bipolar etc and "disable" (only to work), she even used the "mental disability" to live in a 50+ comunity with her parents, she is in her 30's and spend her easy money eating out with the bf and buying dolls.
Youtubers make it seem pretty easy to ride the free money bipolar train....

 

[Twinkie]

Shaquana was diagnosed as a child. She has a documented medical history a mile long including numerous hospitalizations. She also had enough work credits to qualify for diability. I'm quite sure Eric (and Becky for that matter) have not worked enough to qualify for disability. People who haven't worked enough for disability can try for SSI which is less money, and does not allow you to work at all (with SSDI you can work/earn a certain amount before they cut your benefits, which is what Shannon used to do prior to this summer because she hasn't worked this year AFAIK).

But you still have to qualify for SSI and it's not the easiest thing to prove, especially for mental health issues. If he really got that diagnosis in hopes of getting on welfare, he still won't qualify for a while. He hasn't even ever been hospitalized for these supposed mental health issues--we would've heard a storytime by now if that had happened. Reviewing these types of claims used to be part of my job. Most adults on SSI have been on it since they were children (their mothers would've got the check until they were 18 )

 

[Aldora]

Wouldn't Shaquana be in trouble if this was the case?

In trouble for what? Shaq has been a manic bitch since day one and on meds since she was 13, she has paperwork a mile long too. She managed to work enough to qualify for SSDI, and the couple of weeks of gardening work she does in the summer, isn't enough to endanger it.

Edit: sniped by Save Twinkie lol

 

[Strine]

*long, slow, loud intake of breath*

I WAS MISDIAGNOSED?!

-Gay dwarf in dehydrated ramen wig greets us, we infer from his extremely effminate sighing and dolorous lisping that this is a SERIOUS video
-We're to learn everything he's been "going through"
-Eric has had digestive issues, lower bowel function is mentioned before 40 second mark as is customary
-He went for some tests. The day was "rully misthrubble" because Eric had to drink medicinal water and take tablets. Next time you're having a bad day, be grateful at least you don't have to be driven to a hospital by your husband-slave and drink water while being treated at his expense when there's nothing wrong with you
-boweltalk
-Eric is conveying information at a rate of about one sentence of content per 60 seconds of talking
-"my assthid [acid] hasth godden rully bad" and Eric was put on some assthid medisthin
-acid medication talk nobody could possibly care about
-Eric reveals, after the agonisingly long exposition about how his digestive function was mysteriously poor, that he wasn't fucking taking some of the medication they prescribed. It apparently compounds the effect of his antidepressant, which naturally he is also taking, because sponging off of a loving husband makes you rully dupprusstththssthd
-At no point is it so much as suggested that Eric's grotesque white trash diet without a gall bladder might be causing the problems
-Eric got a speshul pillow and tells us all about it including the precise location he bought it from and what some random woman nobody cares about had to say on the matter. Eric and this woman were professedly hitting it off as they related details of their gastric dysfunction to each other; I guess it's the only conversation topic Eric has
-Eric thinks he has a hernia "from stress" because of his extremely busy and stressful lifestyle
-Eric literally asks for prayers "that I don't have that" in a similar tone to that of someone being tested for stage 3 cancer
-Eric confuses and conflates similes about duality ("it'sth like a bittersthweet double-edged sthword") because he has the IQ of a dumpster rat
-Nine (9) minutes have elapsed and we have learnt that Eric is being tested for a hernia and changed his acid medication. That's it, that's everything, that's all.

-Rickie clearly outlined to Eric that the digestive issues were caused by insufficient faculty to process food caused by his gall bladder removal (this was not Eric's wording) and Eric comments that "maybe" Rickie was right
-The female doctor he went to was told of Rickie's theory and responded by asking someone without a gall bladder who eats huge amounts of fat complaining of digestive malfunction if they were diabetic, because that must be it
-He got tested for beetus and much to the surprise of nobody he does not have it
-Eric tells us he's gotten comments that the prozac has noticeably improved his on-camera mood. It's true, I remember when Eric was a bleating insufferable fuckwit with a persecution complex who was an incessant and brazen cunt to his devoted husband and who droned on camera about the terrible struggles of not having to go to work and spending his spouse's money, so the change has really been enormous
-Eric had a hard time with the prozac interfering with his sleep, because he needs to get his 12 hours a night or he won't be able to get up and lie in bed spending Rickie's money on his iPad
-Eric takes eight sentences to communicate that prozac was raising his blood pressure without actually saying so
-Rickie, who works a horrible job without complaint and has to support Eric financially, noticed Eric doing his deep breathing techniques he learned "in therapy" to cope with the crippling anxiety of maybe making Rickie drive him to the mall later
-He called a pharmacist to bitch about the side-effects of an antidepressant he had been on for one (1) week
-He then called the doctrix who "scheduled an appointment the very nexstht day" which he delivers in a cadence that lets us know he's very important and there could be nothing more grave than mild side-effects from an SSRI
-He told the incompetent doctor everything and her response this time was to read Eric, a simpleton with a victim complex, a questionnaire which he obviously gamed to get a diagnosis of bipolar disorder which she immediately dispensed
-More stupid shit about the completely normal side-effects of prozac which Eric implies make him special for experiencing
-He stopped taking the prozac after one week
-He's now on a mood stabiliser for the bipolar disorder he doesn't have
-Eric thanks his nonexistent fans for being with him through this "crazy journey" of sitting at home all day and lying to score prescription medication that Rickie will have to pay for and signs off

Let's review:
Eric was having digestive problems while eating huge amounts of fat after gall bladder removal which he made Rickie pay to see a doctor about, and which he is now medicating instead of not eating like a famished pig. He was tested for diabetes for no reason by an idiot doctor. Idiot doctor also responded to his complaints about routine SSRI side-effects by giving him an opportunity to be diagnosed with a serious condition that he does not have, but that invites pity and attention. Rickie had to bankroll three separate medical tests and doctor visits, and now has to pay for prescription mood stabilisers that Eric does not require.

I thought I might enjoy doing my first write-up in a while, but Eric being a prima donna dumbfuck parasite erodes my patience very quickly. Oh well, at least there's a small chance he'll read this.

 

[Turd Blossom]

I thought I might enjoy doing my first write-up in a while, but Eric being a prima donna dumbfuck parasite erodes my patience very quickly.

The fact that I enjoy your recaps so much is a bittersweet, double-edged sword because I know it damages your syke, gorl.

The sheer amount of victimhood and idiocy is dumbfounding, even for Eric. The fact that he is even entertaining the notion that he might have a hernia from stress is amazing. I guess straightening your hair, buying candles and relentlessly talking about your bowels is more taxing than I considered.
And I can't even begin to wrap my mind around that bipolar diagnosis. These dimwits don't paint a very comforting picture of the medical professionals in the greater Monticello area.

Bless you for this recap @Strine. I can't stomach Eric's videos anymore and I've missed your masterful insights. You are the wind beneath my wings - or the cheese clogging up my gallbladder. One of those.

1 = 1 prayer for the dehydrated ramen wig-wearing gay dwarf

 

[Strawberry Pocky]

*long, slow, loud intake of breath*

I WAS MISDIAGNOSED?!

-Gay dwarf in dehydrated ramen wig greets us, we infer from his extremely effminate sighing and dolorous lisping that this is a SERIOUS video
-We're to learn everything he's been "going through"
-Eric has had digestive issues, lower bowel function is mentioned before 40 second mark as is customary
-He went for some tests. The day was "rully misthrubble" because Eric had to drink medicinal water and take tablets. Next time you're having a bad day, be grateful at least you don't have to be driven to a hospital by your husband-slave and drink water while being treated at his expense when there's nothing wrong with you
-boweltalk
-Eric is conveying information at a rate of about one sentence of content per 60 seconds of talking
-"my assthid [acid] hasth godden rully bad" and Eric was put on some assthid medisthin
-acid medication talk nobody could possibly care about
-Eric reveals, after the agonisingly long exposition about how his digestive function was mysteriously poor, that he wasn't fucking taking some of the medication they prescribed. It apparently compounds the effect of his antidepressant, which naturally he is also taking, because sponging off of a loving husband makes you rully dupprusstththssthd
-At no point is it so much as suggested that Eric's grotesque white trash diet without a gall bladder might be causing the problems
-Eric got a speshul pillow and tells us all about it including the precise location he bought it from and what some random woman nobody cares about had to say on the matter. Eric and this woman were professedly hitting it off as they related details of their gastric dysfunction to each other; I guess it's the only conversation topic Eric has
-Eric thinks he has a hernia "from stress" because of his extremely busy and stressful lifestyle
-Eric literally asks for prayers "that I don't have that" in a similar tone to that of someone being tested for stage 3 cancer
-Eric confuses and conflates similes about duality ("it'sth like a bittersthweet double-edged sthword") because he has the IQ of a dumpster rat
-Nine (9) minutes have elapsed and we have learnt that Eric is being tested for a hernia and changed his acid medication. That's it, that's everything, that's all.

-Rickie clearly outlined to Eric that the digestive issues were caused by insufficient faculty to process food caused by his gall bladder removal (this was not Eric's wording) and Eric comments that "maybe" Rickie was right
-The female doctor he went to was told of Rickie's theory and responded by asking someone without a gall bladder who eats huge amounts of fat complaining of digestive malfunction if they were diabetic, because that must be it
-He got tested for beetus and much to the surprise of nobody he does not have it
-Eric tells us he's gotten comments that the prozac has noticeably improved his on-camera mood. It's true, I remember when Eric was a bleating insufferable fuckwit with a persecution complex who was an incessant and brazen cunt to his devoted husband and who droned on camera about the terrible struggles of not having to go to work and spending his spouse's money, so the change has really been enormous
-Eric had a hard time with the prozac interfering with his sleep, because he needs to get his 12 hours a night or he won't be able to get up and lie in bed spending Rickie's money on his iPad
-Eric takes eight sentences to communicate that prozac was raising his blood pressure without actually saying so
-Rickie, who works a horrible job without complaint and has to support Eric financially, noticed Eric doing his deep breathing techniques he learned "in therapy" to cope with the crippling anxiety of maybe making Rickie drive him to the mall later
-He called a pharmacist to bitch about the side-effects of an antidepressant he had been on for one (1) week
-He then called the doctrix who "scheduled an appointment the very nexstht day" which he delivers in a cadence that lets us know he's very important and there could be nothing more grave than mild side-effects from an SSRI
-He told the incompetent doctor everything and her response this time was to read Eric, a simpleton with a victim complex, a questionnaire which he obviously gamed to get a diagnosis of bipolar disorder which she immediately dispensed
-More stupid shit about the completely normal side-effects of prozac which Eric implies make him special for experiencing
-He stopped taking the prozac after one week
-He's now on a mood stabiliser for the bipolar disorder he doesn't have
-Eric thanks his nonexistent fans for being with him through this "crazy journey" of sitting at home all day and lying to score prescription medication that Rickie will have to pay for and signs off

Let's review:
Eric was having digestive problems while eating huge amounts of fat after gall bladder removal which he made Rickie pay to see a doctor about, and which he is now medicating instead of not eating like a famished pig. He was tested for diabetes for no reason by an idiot doctor. Idiot doctor also responded to his complaints about routine SSRI side-effects by giving him an opportunity to be diagnosed with a serious condition that he does not have, but that invites pity and attention. Rickie had to bankroll three separate medical tests and doctor visits, and now has to pay for prescription mood stabilisers that Eric does not require.

I thought I might enjoy doing my first write-up in a while, but Eric being a prima donna dumbfuck parasite erodes my patience very quickly. Oh well, at least there's a small chance he'll read this.

This. THIS is why I loathe and detest Eric just as much as Bigass HamLard. This is why he makes me MOTI. What a disgusting piece of scummy human garbage. Fuck me.

 

[CreedenceLeonoreGielgud]

Maybe when Eric works he ends up being an insufferable bitch at home

Wait... Isn't Eric already an insufferable bitch at home?!

 

[Whatthefuck]

The fact that I enjoy your recaps so much is a bittersweet, double-edged sword because I know it damages your syke, gorl.

The sheer amount of victimhood and idiocy is dumbfounding, even for Eric. The fact that he is even entertaining the notion that he might have a hernia from stress is amazing. I guess straightening your hair, buying candles and relentlessly talking about your bowels is more taxing than I considered.
And I can't even begin to wrap my mind around that bipolar diagnosis. These dimwits don't paint a very comforting picture of the medical professionals in the greater Monticello area.

Bless you for this recap @Strine. I can't stomach Eric's videos anymore and I've missed your masterful insights. You are the wind beneath my wings - or the cheese clogging up my gallbladder. One of those.

1 = 1 prayer for the dehydrated ramen wig-wearing gay dwarf

My guess is that this particular mental health provider is nothing more than a dx mill. There are so many lazy, layabouts there who will pay money for a dx just for that sweet, sweet disability gimmies. I think they see it as an investment. How this facility is in operation or that the "doctor" dispensing these diagnoses is still practicing is astounding. Apparently, BiPolar is contagious and it is running rampant through the Fag Shanty. I hope no one sees them in public because we can't be sure how contagious it is nor how it is currently being spread. Something tells me it's airborne though.

What's the most sickening to me about this whole thing is that the one person I truly believe has anxiety or at the very least is stressed and likely should talk to someone is Ricky and he's the only bitch there who isn't going this route. He works full time, he takes care of the house, he ferries around his fucking useless husband, he stays cheery and pleasant as far as I've ever seen (well, he does side eye Hamber, but who wouldn't). He's the one who should have every right to mental health care and he is literally the only one not getting it. I swear to God I hope he's on Grindr and either gets a bit on the side or finds someone who can show him how to live a much better life.

 

[Richie Richard]

 

[marjoram]

Bipolar, huh? Fuck, this idiot isn't even UNIpolar...he's NONpolar, is that a dx? There is nothing going on in that ridiculous head except a relentless desire to consume at one end and expel at the other. Get fucked, Mumbles. You suck.

Blessed are those who recap, Strine...you da best

 

[Strawberry Pocky]

It would be some form of poetic justice if Eruuk had a hair type accident situation deal the next time he was fucking around with that disgusting mop of limp, wimpy ringlets he has the audacity to call a hairstyle and ended up tragically, horrifically, accidentally beheading himself.

 

[Turd Blossom]

There is nothing going on in that ridiculous head except a relentless desire to consume at one end and expel at the other.

To be fair, he also expends a lot of energy rambling about how and what he expels.

I can only imagine the riveting, vibrant conversations that happen during family feeding time in the fag shanty as they all get together and devour Rickie's cooking that not one of them lifted a fat finger to help prepare.

My guess on the breakdown of lively dinner table discussion:

• 60% depreshun and anxiety talk (of which Rickie can't get a word in edgewise)
• 20% aches/pains, hypochondria and bowel-talk
• 10% excited screeching about the candles they bought
• 5% Everyone (but Rickie) loudly complaining about how exhausted they are from their SUPER hectic day of eating, coloring, sitting on front of fans and ordering shit online
• 2% uncomfortable silence
• 1.5% Amber interrupting Becky by shrilly squealing about inane shit because she's so rAnDoM
• 1% Becky quietly babbling about dead relatives
• .5% Rickie trying, and failing to decompress and vent about his stressful workday
• 0% compliments and appreciation for the chef who cooked for everyone despite working a full day while his roommates lazed around and his husband spent his money on useless crap

Oh to be a cockroach (excuse me, pincher bug) on the wall and witness their unrehearsed interactions. I found the filler content of Amber's conversation with Becky at the sushi place more elucidating than all of her "get to know us!!!" Q&A vids put together. Their dynamic is startlingly bleak.

 

[Birthday Dickpunch]

I like to think that most of their interactions are like the awful Match Game video. Amber squealing to the room or directly at Becky, Rickie only quietly talking to Eric (with a lot of "are you serious with this shit?" expressions passed between them), Eric happily rambling to either Rickie or Becky, whichever will listen, and Becky mumbling to Eric in between acknowledging her lumpy master's screeching. It gets exciting when Amber assumes everyone is making jokes at her expense and ruins the night for all involved.

 

[Optavia Sales Rep]

Eric posted a vlog to day about his date night with Ricky, some new stomach ailment(?), and his nephew's birthday party. Becky accompanied him and Ricky to the b-day party, but no AL sighting. Here's the embed for the curious:

Skip to 8:45 for the Becky sighting.

 

[Concerned Vagino-American]

Eric posted a vlog to day about his date night with Ricky, some new stomach ailment(?), and his nephew's birthday party. Becky accompanied him and Ricky to the b-day party, but no AL sighting. Here's the embed for the curious:

Nephew? Nothing good happens to nephews in that house.

Once the birthday party is cancelled, maybe they can donate the cake to a homeless shelter. Or Amber could eat it.

 

[ADHD]

Once the birthday party is cancelled, maybe they can donate the cake to a homeless shelter. Or Amber could eat it.

As if she'd actually wait for it to be cancelled before eating it.

 

[Strawberry Pocky]

To be fair, he also expends a lot of energy rambling about how and what he expels.

I can only imagine the riveting, vibrant conversations that happen during family feeding time in the fag shanty as they all get together and devour Rickie's cooking that not one of them lifted a fat finger to help prepare.

My guess on the breakdown of lively dinner table discussion:

• 60% depreshun and anxiety talk (of which Rickie can't get a word in edgewise)
• 20% aches/pains, hypochondria and bowel-talk
• 10% excited screeching about the candles they bought
• 5% Everyone (but Rickie) loudly complaining about how exhausted they are from their SUPER hectic day of eating, coloring, sitting on front of fans and ordering shit online
• 2% uncomfortable silence
• 1.5% Amber interrupting Becky by shrilly squealing about inane shit because she's so rAnDoM
• 1% Becky quietly babbling about dead relatives
• .5% Rickie trying, and failing to decompress and vent about his stressful workday
• 0% compliments and appreciation for the chef who cooked for everyone despite working a full day while his roommates lazed around and his husband spent his money on useless crap

Oh to be a cockroach (excuse me, pincher bug) on the wall and witness their unrehearsed interactions. I found the filler content of Amber's conversation with Becky at the sushi place more elucidating than all of her "get to know us!!!" Q&A vids put together. Their dynamic is startlingly bleak.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I was of the impression that "family dinners" (in the traditional sense...that being all 4 members of Chez Fag sitting down together at once) were incredibly rare and actually almost never happened?

It usually seems like Rickie cooks ONLY for himself and Eric, with maybe occasionally Necky TurboTard getting to join in every now and again on the odd, rare occasion. In Eric's vlogs, whenever we see Rickie cooking lunch or dinner, it is almost always only for JUST himself and Eric.

It looks like this is because HamLard is normally
> Asleep all day and evening when everyone else is up
> Food aggressive as fuck plus control issues and doesn't eat what and when everyone else eats
> Co opts the fuck outta the kitchen to do her OWN thing exclusively for herself at every opportunity
> Orders takeout/delivery or goes out to eat as often as possible, so doesnt join in other people's cooking

 

[Guardsman42]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I was of the impression that "family dinners" (in the traditional sense...that being all 4 members of Chez Fag sitting down together at once) were incredibly rare and actually almost never happened?

It usually seems like Rickie cooks ONLY for himself and Eric, with maybe occasionally Necky TurboTard getting to join in every now and again on the odd, rare occasion. In Eric's vlogs, whenever we see Rickie cooking lunch or dinner, it is almost always only for JUST himself and Eric.

It looks like this is because HamLard is normally
> Asleep all day and evening when everyone else is up
> Food aggressive as fuck plus control issues and doesn't eat what and when everyone else eats
> Co opts the fuck outta the kitchen to do her OWN thing exclusively for herself at every opportunity
> Orders takeout/delivery or goes out to eat as often as possible, so doesnt join in other people's cooking

Add in the fact she'd eat the entirety of what was made for 4 people by her self..

IIRC there was one time where Rickie made a pasta supper for every one, and it was literally triple the normal amounts for a family or some thing insane because Hamber was having some. I also suspect Hamber makes stupid demands just to make cooking difficult or repulsive to others so more for her.

Any one remember what that pasta supper dealio was? I just remember that it looked like two loaves of garlic bread or some shit for 4 people.