I get hate mail from time to time.
The funny thing is, 95% of the hate mail comes from the same people, week in week out.
The emails all start more or less the same, a claim that they rarely read the blog, this despite the fact that they email EVERY week.
And its not even original stuff, its the same whiny-ass stuff every week.
I would say like a broken record, but its not enough. A broken record that lives alone and has over a dozen cats and not one blood relative that is willing to talk to them.
The reason I am bringing any of this up, is that one of them, a mewling little soundbox from Australia that goes by the dumb name of TinyMouse, asked a question that you think all of them would ask.
Why are you so rude when you respond to my email?
Let me explain.
For a long time, my first response was “Fuck off”. Short, sweet, to the point.
And then, like so many things, I got tired of it.
So the reply emails became a blog post all their own.
Just really obscene and insulting in a personal, mean spirited way.
Sometimes I will cut and paste obscene pictures from online into the email. (Is that admissable in court? No clue. I don’t think its harrassment, they are all responses.)
To me, I would not email any asshole again if I got this sort of response.
However, TinyMouse has gotten over 3-4 dozen of this type of email and still emails me every week to chastise me. And the phrase “Belligerent cis-male” is always included. (I always counter that with “Cat rapist” which seems to flip her out, she has a lot of cats.)
And yes, there is a sane part of me that realizes how childish this is.
However, the logical me gave it up a long time ago. The 800lbs gorilla that is the childish me has been running the show. And he’s a dick.
There has to be a psychology 101 textbook that can lay out the basics of sociopathic blogging, but I have yet to run across it.
And now, allow me to insert something different here.
Like a mental sorbet to cleanse the cerebral pallet.
I just visited the bathroom and someone came out of the men’s room just as I walked up.
AND HE STANK LIKE SHIT ON A HOT DAY!
Homeless, but that foamy neck kind of unwashed homeless.
God, I miss Manhattan Beach homeless. They had standards.
Needless to say, I am not in Manhattan Beach.
And it shows.
Back to vile email.
As a group, the critics of the blog are a whiny bunch of Chatty Cathy dolls that pull their own internet strings non-stop.
Its as annoying as it is humorous.
Much like playing chess for money with a retarded, crackhead, welfare mother, its only funny for the first few minutes. After that, its just sad and really annoying. (And if that last, carefully crafted sentence doesn’t get those fucktard’s panties in a twist, I don’t know my shit.)
You have to wonder what it is about obsessively reading and criticising a barely read blog that does it for this bunch of shit wads.
Activism should involve an element of chance that you will make a difference.
They really need to piss on the fire and call in the dogs, because they lost this fight way before they started.
But, like I always say, its important to have a hobby.
And, their hobby is to point out social improprieties to the literary malcontents of the blogospere.
Just like my hobby is to fuck with them.
Works for me.