Last night a friend directed me to my blog to see a comment someone had left. You'd think I'd have noticed it myself but the truth is I haven't been by here in almost two weeks. Imagine the sheer joy I experienced when I read the comment and realized I have my very own crazed internet stalker! My friend was worried, the comment did suggest violence against my person. My wife thinks I should let it go because you just never know how insane people on the internet can be.
Me? I laughed my ass off. Sorry Stalker, nothing is funnier than an internet bad ass. Cowardly pricks hiding behind their computer screens hoping someone in cyber space takes them more seriously than the people they meet in real life. Yeah, I'm real scared....
I'm going to speak to my stalker directly for a second, folks.
Look here my little bat shit insane pet, I've marked your comments as spam. It's not that I don't enjoy your threats. Quite the contrary, I laughed harder than I have in a long while as I read your desire to shut my mouth permanently. What kind of fucktarded moron even talks like that? I really should thank you for the laugh.
Still, you had to go away because you're upsetting people I care about. Bad move, dickhole. You can fuck with me all ya like. You start upsetting the people I care about and the fun is over.
I assure you, should our paths ever cross and you ever got the courage to try to shut my mouth, the police would have to come up with new terms for the violence I would visit upon you. Nothing good can come from the road you're traveling.
For your own sake, fuck off.
To my family and friends that may be worried about the situation, the idiot didn't mask their IP. They left a trail and should they continue to escalate things, I'll be smart and involve the proper authorities. Trust me, that pussy is nothing to concern yourselves with. Just one more overly sensitive cyber douche wishing they were as tough as their trembling fingers made them sound.