…strangely silent, eh?
Well, earlier this morning over at the artisan craft blog, a DUMBFUCK said:
“All along I have been advocating the ‘drop your swords and walk away’ solution. But it seems I am the only one who thinks that’s a good idea.”
Only we all know that’s not true. And once again, I’m going to prove a DUMBFUCK for the liar it is.
Let’s go back to August of 2014, shall we? Right after the settlement of a copyright suit filed by Mr. Hoge and Mr. DUMBFUCK. Mr. DUMBFUCK had tried and failed to involve me in his little butthurt parade, because he’s all about dropping swords and walking away.
Post settlement, Mr. Hoge made this statement:
I recommend that [REDACTED] be given the opportunity to make the changes in his Internet presence that he described to me. He will probably be more successful in doing so if folks don’t jiggle his elbow.
I was a younger and less jaded zombie back then, and I took Mr. Hoge’s advice more often then than I do now.
I detailed how DUMBFUCK dropped his sword and walked away, like he has advocated all along, in this post:
My feeling was very much the same. Up to a point. As a sign of good faith, I changed my Twitter avatar and stopped posting here. A show of good faith is one thing. But I am not a fool. I know the brand of monster we’re dealing with.
I was ready and willing to leave him alone. In fact, I did.
And then this happened:
“…or he can sell his blog.”
That quote was his next tweet, and it didn’t include my handle. He’s taken his account private again. A great way to promote his book, yeah?
Did he think I wasn’t paying attention? “Trust…but verify.”
I’m always watching. But, in good faith, in the interest of “not jostling his elbow,” I stayed my hand. I kept my peace.
On Wednesday. In good faith, I remained quiet. “Nary a peep from the boy,” said the Mooky button pusher. “Looks as though Krendler has gone private at least on Twitter,” said the silver-haired cartoon button pusher.
Yes. For four months now, dim cartoon girl.
Do you understand now, you lonely, twisted old control freak? This is what it means to have friends. You attack one, you attack us all. The enemies you have made (a/k/a the answer to the outstanding question) are EVERYWHERE. When you say “mind your own business & go back to your knitting,” we respond with hearty laugh and an even more hearty “Fuck you.”
And we always will. So get comfortable.
That’s what happens when you drop your sword and walk away from a DUMBFUCK.
And unlike your average DUMBFUCK, I am a quick study.
Nothing like this will ever happen again.
And if there’s a DUMBFUCK out there who doesn’t like it, perhaps that DUMBFUCK would get more satisfaction by getting itself laid.
Right under the jawline.
With a shotgun.