Bill Schmalfeldt responds to this post. He addresses some of my comments, but I ‘m willing to ignore most of his objections. Just one: I don’t have a donation widget. Be polite to dead family in comments please.
A couple comments.
You know what “Royal Jelly” is, don’t you? It’s a food the worker bees make for the Queen to consume.
I do not “demand no contact.” Folks should feel free to write and disagree. I’m just not going to take any more filthy representations of my late wife or vile and vulgar defamation about my life sitting down. Again, folks have the right to pen whatever mistruths they care to peddle on their blogs. I am not interesting in following through with any lawsuits. I am getting older and PD is taking its toll. (Can you think of anything more ironic than suddenly learning you are lactose intolerant while living in “America’s Dairyland?”)
The other sexual references you refer to are a product of your imagination, sir, not mine. I could have said one more bullet in the gun, one more missile in the silo, one more rock in the bushel basket, whatever metaphor one would care to use.
Let’s go back to the “do not contact me” demand. Not what I am asking for. I am asking that contact be kept on a civil basis. I know Gail is dead. She has been for 14 months. This fact never escapes my notice. I am not a drunk, and if I were it would not be from Johnny Walker Red.
I still believe the court had no authority to order me to stop @mentioning Hoge. But I’m not fighting that battle any more.
None of my lawsuits had the intent of “shutting people up.” There is a difference between free speech and defamatory speech. I have the right to hold people accountable for untrue, defamatory comments. As do you. As does everyone.
Why is it necessary to document my “silliness”? When I take a look at Hoge’s blog, I get called out for “Logins” even when those logins happened during hours when I was sound asleep. Sarah Palmer reserves the right unto herself to distort things I’ve written to suit her preconceived notions. (Really, kiddie stalker? When did I stalk the kid?)
There are thousands of blogs online written by far more disconnected and dangerous individuals than your humble correspondent. But a few of you have noted that the mention of my name means readers, and that could lead to bumps in the donation widgets.
I look at a person’s blog, that’s stalking?
The Hoggypot blog shows the lengths many of you went to in order to track my every move, my every thought, your plans to cause me emotional distress…
I’ve changed blog locations numerous times in the hopes that people would lose track of me and leave me alone. But that is too much to ask, I guess.
So, all I am saying is this, Dave.
I have a legal weapon that I have not used. As long as people keep their filth inside their own blogs and not in my comment section, or on my Twitter timeline, or on my Facebook account, folks will have nothing to worry about.
The next time someone sends me a tub of horse shit, a shit-scented candle, a jail uniform, a photo of a woman being raped post-autopsy with my face superimposed into the photo indicating my support of such activities… I will use that weapon made available to me by the state of Wisconsin.
Ask yourself how you would feel if your wife, kids, students, family stumbled across an Encyclopedia Dramatica page that claimed you ass raped your late wife in an outhouse?
I think an honest appraisal of the harm I’ve done — the ACTUAL harm I’ve done — wouldn’t even tip the scales when measured against the real and permanent harm done to me and to people who loved Gail almost as much as I did.
You’ve all come down on the conclusion that any indignity done to me or my family is justified… because. Just, because.
The next time someone crosses the line from THEIR world into MINE with THAT kind of filth? They will not like what happens.
But let’s be clear… I am not demanding “no contact.” Help yourself. But be adults about it.