So, there are some people who read my work blog who don’t like me. That’s a good thing. If everyone liked me, then I would be doing a shit job. Why these people who don’t like me (and take every chance to insult me) continue to come back to the work blog day after day after day is beyond me (hey, more job security for me). Maybe they are checking in to see if I’ve finally been fired.
Anyway, there are a healthy number of people who dislike my stylings, but then there are the others. The readers who not only dislike me, but go to great lengths to let me know it. Worrisome lengths. Like, "I know what you drive and where you live, you little commie whore, and I know when your pets go outside," sorta lengths.
These people? They scare me.
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Holy shit! Maybe you should get a gun. I know you’re all vegan and everything, but that’s very scary.
Well, I’m exaggerating slightly for effect, but yeah.
Cough up some names. Maybe these folks need a social visit and a friendly chat.
No specific threats to speak of from any single individual, just an weird feeling of intense, psycho hatred that I get from a handful of people.
You know I’m generally a pretty nice guy, but I think those folks should go shit in their hats.
Fuggem. Work is work, and personal is personal. They should seek out a life.
Hey - I never called you a commie!
:)
Insults breed job security? I guess I’ve got tenure at my hotel job then.
And of course I know when your pets go outside. When they have to go poop.
You should put collars with remote control pepper spray release on the hounds and let them run up to people on your property and then you could zap them from the safety of your living room.
Maybe we should invent that. Yes. I see patents in our future.
I get this at the newspaper. Most of the time I shrug it off but occasionally the publishers have had to file complaints with the local law enforcement guys.
It’s that one person out of the ten who bitch that creep me out.
Gotta hope that the big, bad talk comes from the those who turn out to be cowards, as is usually the case. Probably nothing to worry about. Rock on.
That just reeks. I’m not discounting at all the potential seriousness, but it irks me how people talk so big sometimes from behind a keyboard. That’s not to say there’s not some serious loonies out there as well. Those that do crap like that are either (A) immature scaredy cats hiding behind big talk behind a keyboard that would be stumbling all over themselves and giggling if they ever met you in person, Brittney, or (B) they are in dire need of stay at their local psych ward. People are idiots.
And by the way, any of those that you get seriously creeped out about? Set aside a copy of the email with headers intact, or blog comments with IP and other info intact. Chances are between my skills and your tech folks’ skills at work, we could probably track down these idiots and psychos to where, if not tracking them right to their doorstep to send them a visit from Sarcastro & Co. (which in many cases we probably could), they could suddenly find themselves without Internet service because we’ve been able track them to their provider.
I am totally serious, Brittney. And in most cases, it doesn’t take a whole lot of doing to come up with the town they’re in and probably a name too, and the rest after that is easy. ISPs don’t like users abusing their crap and they’ll often give up whatever’s needed (especially if law enforcement gets involved), but even without the ISP ratting them out, folks can often be tracked to a name and city and sometimes address and phone number too.
(But for the record, most of these morons are just big talkers who don’t know crap about anyone and like to threaten & talk big from behind a keyboard, especially towards people who are on TV and such. And probably 90% are hacker geeks who’d be blushing and giggling and falling all over themselves in your presence and would not dare say the same stuff to your face… ugh.)
PS - Just one more thing to add. Even if they (the idiots and psychos) think they’re not trackable? They are. Feel free to shout if I can ever help.
Note to self…do not mess with Lynnster.
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Rent the movie “Talk Radio.” Then go get the concealed carry permit.
Sounds like blowhard bloviating blather from cowards to me, but, do you at least carry some pepper spray (or something ’stronger’) just to be safe?
I WANT TO BEND YOU OVER A STACK OF BALLOTS AND PUT MY HOT REPUBLICAN PLATFORM IN YOUR STUBBORN LIBERAL POLITICS AND RIDE YOU WHILE I EAT A STEAK AND LET THE WARM BEEF GREASE DRIZZLE DOWN YOUR NAKED BACK
“I WANT TO BEND YOU OVER A STACK OF BALLOTS AND PUT MY HOT REPUBLICAN PLATFORM IN YOUR STUBBORN LIBERAL POLITICS AND RIDE YOU WHILE I EAT A STEAK AND LET THE WARM BEEF GREASE DRIZZLE DOWN YOUR NAKED BACK”
That was A-game! Nice!
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