Monday, 22 February 2010
Comments Deleted. I Stand With You
As I'm sure all my readers are aware, I have been blessed for some time with an Internet stalker called The Sentinel (who now hides his profile and his website, thus maintaining a lengthy period of consistent cowardice), who rarely uses that name now but prefers to steal other people's identities (like Douglas Clark a fine blogger, who has written a great piece on The Sentinel right here, that I urge you to read) including mine and/or other glorious non de plumes such as Curious Freedom, Dave, John Walters nee Rubicon, Tony Drummond, Avid, Johnny O, Mr E, Terry O'Neill...the list goes on and on and on.
The obsessed web stalker goes to places I go (anonymously mind, hiding his ass behind proxy servers and by places I mean websites, not actual places, that would too fraught with actual danger for the coward) and then says horrendous things about me, normally accusing me of rape (of a Nigerian girl in London in 1997, not realising I didn't actually live in London in 1997 and oddly the Nigerian girl has an Egyptian male name...honestly, if you're going to smear someone with baseless, nasty lies, at least do it accurately, you cretin), being a sex abuser of children (an enhanced CRB checked abuser obviously, with no criminal record and who has been working with children and young people very successfully and safely since he was 17, you'd think both these things would've showed up wouldn't you?) and if that fails, of being fat, having yellow teeth and of swearing a lot on the Internet.
And with regards to the last charge, the sad, sick cunt can go fuck himself.
I would be lying if I told you this isn't a drag, it is but it has had it's unexpected upsides. First off, it makes me so glad that I am not him: some obsessive, mentally deranged fool sat at a keyboard leaving an endless raft of comments that always, always get deleted. As Albert Einstein said: "Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." I am lucky to be loved, wealthy and happy and not needing to fill my life with pathetic attempts to hurt others, who I don't even know.
The second upside is the friends I have made because of his stalking and the increased bond with friends I already have, that have shown their brilliance by supporting me so well. Never mind the aforementioned and quite excellent gentlemen Douglas Clark and his blog Dougie's Place, I can now call Left Outside and Savannah comrades because of this, united in disgust at these attacks.
The pals I already have have been grand, whether it is flesh and blood offers, like Stephen and Terry's willingness to kick the scumbag's face in and Jonny's ruminations on making a Cracker like phychological profile for me. My virtual friends have also been great, with offensive comments speedily deleted and relationships strengthened through communication and a bond being made in the face of a common enemy; that always brings people together. Thank you one and all for your support.
The title of this post came from an email Ellie sent me, to tell me that the offensive comments at hers had been deleted, it made my heart swell with pride.
I then found a video of my personal hero, Henry Rollins, fronting my favourite band of all time Black Flag at some venue in Germany. He get's hit in the face by a beer can, thrown by some twat in the crowd and naturally he wants to stave the guys face in with a mic stand. The guy bottles out of course and Henry gives an impassioned speech about just wanting to play and do his thing.
This video speaks volumes to me, beer cans thrown by some coward in a crowd, it won't stop me, I will keep playing on.