1982 – 2012
DESTROYED IN DALLAS
KILLED AT DAILYKOS
NOT MY FAULT
I doubt Mark in MD will try to sue me for copyright, since he would have to review his actual name.
Now I’ve always been told that everyone talks to themselves, and that it’s perfectly normal to do so.
But you really have to watch out for the ones who not only talk to themselves, but answer back as well.
Now seems like a good time for a reminder. A sort of pre-emptive strike, if you will.
When the counterclaim was filed, there was a motion requesting leave to take expedited discovery to identify “Paul Krendler.”
Because he didn’t know who I was.
He spent a lot of energy (and contrary to what he may think, it was not polite in the slightest degree) and effort on this blog and on Twitter trying to get me to identify myself. He was very, very upset by the notion that someone might treat him with the same contempt and disrespect with which he consistently treats others.
He made threatening statements. He promised that I would be implicated in perpetrating fraud against a MAJOR PUBLISHING HOUSE!! He begged like the whupped bully he is. He made threatening statements to others of criminal charges – oooOOOOOOoooohhhh! – if they didn’t tell who I was. These may or may not rise to the level of criminal extortion. I suppose we’ll find out sooner or later.
I have warned him repeatedly in those, his moments of high dudgeon and desperately false high confidence, that when he learns who I am, he will not be happy. Not one little bit.
Can’t say I didn’t give him fair warning.
He has made it a non-negotiable condition of his outlandish, public, online settlement demands that he be provided my real name, address, phone number and email address, or be provided a copy of the copyright transfer/assignment that I executed.
He has previously stated that if X happens, he doesn’t need me, and if not X happens, he also doesn’t need me. So I still wonder why he needs me (actually I don’t – on that point I’m pretty certain I have the truth of it nailed down).
But he has filed a motion asking for subpoena power to compel Twitter and WordPress to identify the owner of this blog, and the owner of the Twitter account @brainsrfood.
I remain unconcerned. I sleep well every night. I am prepared for the possibility that he may find out who I am. When that day comes, well, my attitude may become less carefree, but my confidence will not be shaken. The battle will be truly joined. I am ready.
In recent days, I didn’t pay close attention but I think it was about a week ago, he said in a Tweet that he “had a pretty good idea” who I am. A week ago. So that tweet has been deleted.
I sincerely doubt the strength of his “pretty good idea.”
What was true then, remains true today: HE DOES NOT KNOW WHO I AM.
But he is desperate to find out.
But right now, with requests for subpoenas filed, HE DOES NOT KNOW WHO I AM.
So, on that day, if the subpoenas do go out, and WordPress and Twitter report back the identity of Paul Krendler, remember then the truth of today: HE DOES NOT KNOW WHO I AM.
And when he finds out? And begins to crow, ” I KNEW IT ALL ALONG!!”
Remember that he was warned that he would not enjoy the end of the road when he reached it.
Remember that he’s never deleted anything from Twitter.
I am ready to stand up and defend myself. When the time comes and not a moment before. My powder keg is filled and the contents are dry.
Will he be as prepared to press forward, once the “unknown unknown” is at last revealed?
Yes, for the love of God.
Please do not educate the waddling mushroom-headed jackass.
For the love of God.
I mean, sure, Parkinson’s Disease can be hilarious, if you have the ability to not take yourself seriously. A good sense of humor is essential when seeking the strength to fight any serous disease or chronic condition.
Some people just aren’t blessed with the ability to see themselves as susceptible to the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune as any other mere mortal. Someone must be BLAMED, God damn it, and someone must be MADE. TO. PAY.
But it is apparent that his chosen blog address is such, only because this one was taken.
h/t R. Stacy McCain
I learned a few moments ago that I made a mistake, and I need to rectify it immediately.
Late in May, I took my Twitter account private. Several others (whom I will not name; it’s my mistake and no one else’s) had also done so. I was being vigilant about who I approved as a follower.
Joe Johnson (@juicyjoe101) tried to follow me in early June. I gave him a look, and he didn’t pass my bona fide test. As has become my custom, I blocked him.
That was not the mistake. It was A mistake, but it wasn’t THE mistake.
THE mistake was when I posted at Hogewash! a suggestion that if anyone one was being followed by a Joe Johnson, they might want to take a second look.
I made that suggestion based on available evidence. My evidence was sufficient for me, but in retrospect it was not sufficient to suggest to others that he might be someone to be viewed with suspicion.
I further compounded my error by not revisiting the post to see Joe’s response. It stands on its own as a successful argument against both my conclusions and my actions in pressing my opinion beyond my own head.
I do not apologize for being careful of my own space and boundaries. I do apologize for impugning (imputing? Heh.😉) the character of someone I had barely formed an opinion of.
Joe, I am sorry. It was only today that I found your following comment and your tweets asking for some clarification or correction. I hadn’t been paying attention, and I wasn’t seeing your tweets through the block.
Entirely my fault. What I did was wrong. As soon as this post is up, I’ll unblock you. I hope you’ll still want to follow me.