What A Nice, Quiet, Peaceful Day

Not much happening today, except for some disappearing Twitter accounts. Seems like our Cabin Boy™ has crawled into a hole and pulled it in behind him.

Maybe he’s writing another federal complaint for butthurt – LULZsuit 2: Electric Boogaloo!

But hey, as long as he’s quiet for another thirteen and a half day more days, of his own free will, I’ll shut this blog down and stop mocking him.

So you just stay nice and quiet, you Demented Oedipal Cyberstalking Freak, and you’ll get all the LEAVE. ME. ALONE. that you can handle.

There’s a good lad.

Peace, my new best friend!

Be well.

“Paul Krendler”


Yes, Bill, You Have Your Answer

And that answer is

murum aries attigit

You had your chance to do the right thing. To do what was asked.

You had too many chances. You wasted each and every one.

Now it’s too late.

The ram has touched the wall, and there is but one end to the path you have chosen.

It’s going to be oh, so much FUN! to watch, and I only hope I get to participate. A lot.


Patterns, Repetition, and Checking Your Premises

Interesting, isn’t it, the way the patterns repeat themselves? And how simple and predictable things become if one has the wit to understand them. Even failing that, how simple it is to get what one wants by speaking plainly and truthfully, and listening attentively to instruction that comes one’s way.

It’s also interesting how badly things work out when a person cannot understand the patterns before him, cannot speak his desires plainly and in truth, and does not pay attention to the instruction that comes his way.

Take, for instance, this guy I know of.

He keeps saying he just wants to be left alone. I’m sure he could get what he wants if he could only prove by his deeds that his words are spoken both plainly and truthfully. But by what he does, he disproves his words. He says he wants to be left alone, but every time he gets left alone, he gets lonely and, starved for attention, he goes picking fights.

There was a time back in August when he got several good days of being left alone. And then he decided he had to write a book all about how picked on he was, and he had to steal from blogs and brag about the theft. And a lot of people who had been leaving him alone, which was what he said he wanted, decided that he had not been speaking plainly and truthfully. What his deeds told others was that he wanted ATTENTION, and the coveted victim status that went with it.

And that was what he got. And oh, how he did complain!

He had missed the pattern, and he had not paid attention to the instruction that had come his way.

And he did not prosper, and he did not gain in wisdom and understanding, and he did perpetrate much folly, and he did suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous mockery. Many found it FUN! But he did not.

And during this time of foolishness and mockery he attacked others while continuously maintaining in childish and tearful tones, that he just wanted to be left alone. But his actions outweighed his words, and it was clear that the truth was not in him.

He treated this game like battle, as if he had a real reputation at stake. And for it, he stood to face still more mockery and ridicule.

During this time, I tried to explain to him the pattern. If he truly wished to be left alone, the path was open to him and unobstructed. Quit, I told him. Go away. The mockery will surely die after a time. Just as every sensational new thing has its day and fades, so would this. Go away and be left alone.

But he had not the wit to understand the pattern, to see the simple and predictable path to the oft-stated destination of his desires.

Then just a few days ago, he vanished again, promising a self-imposed exile until January 30. Perhaps, pending a show cause hearing where contempt changes might loom, understanding had at last dawned. For six days he remained silent, and many hoped he would vanish forever. Even I stopped posting, in hopes beyond reason that at last he had discovered the first step of the path to his desire.

Sadly, my hopes were misplaced, for his thick, mud-filled skull remained impenetrable. He returned a day early, first to attack Twitter users for things they had done several days before, then to offer condolences on the death of a longtime friend whom he had never mentioned before on Twitter. Where most normal people would make a phone call or send a sympathy card, he felt the need to tweet his grief. On its own it might have been noble, but it made exceedingly poor excuse for the attacks that preceded it.

And as before, the pattern remained elusive to him. Fully revealed, not once but twice in my observation (and likely many more times beyond it), he cannot see.

And so comes the time when I must Check. My. Premises.

Perhaps I must question whether this person is speaking plainly and truthfully. Perhaps what he truly wants differs greatly from what he says he wants.

Perhaps, when he says he wants to be left alone, what he truly wants is to be left alone to do as he wishes to whomever he wishes without being mocked, ridiculed, questioned or otherwise held to account for it.

This is a desire, stated plainly and perhaps even truthfully, which is entirely consistent with the actions he takes. He seems to want to play internet bully and have no one stand up to him. Because he can’t do that, he whines and cries like the defeated bully he is.

The sad, simple, predictable truth is that the internet is not a schoolyard where the biggest kid wins the fight. Or even the kid with the biggest brother. The internet is a playing field leveled for a different skill set.

Out here, the smartest kid wins. The kid with the quickest wit. The kid who can catch an insult and laugh, then double it and throw it back. The kid with the most friends.

And this guy, in this game, needing these skills…is ALWAYS the last kid taken.


"Imply" vs. "Infer"

For those of us fascinated with the written word, Twitter and its 140 character limit presents serious challenges. Users often need to use multiple messages to be clear in conversation or debate. Sometimes they don’t manage it very well. For example:

There’s nothing clear about it. With this single message, what is being said?

From an author’s viewpoint, what is being implied?

@The stupid(ity of these people). It BURRRNNNNNSSSS (them)! Yes(, you fools). (Of course you would think) I created the algorithm at WordPress AND ReverbNation (because you are idiots). SARC It was ALL ME! /SARC #dopes

This could be the intent of the author sending this tweet.

But it may not be the message received by the reader.

The difference between what an author wishes to say and what the audience understands is the difference between implication and inference. What might a reader infer from the same message?

The beautiful thing about that answer is that it is bounded by nothing at all.

Except the reader’s imagination.

The stupid(ity leaking out of my brain). It BURRRNNNNNSSSS (ME)! Yes(, indeed). (In my spare time, and for no pay, which is quite important to me, because I’m dirt poor and everyone knows it,) I created the algorithm at WordPress AND ReverbNation. (Because I’m a GENIUS!!) It was ALL ME! You #dopes

What is the truth? Probably somewhere in between. But it’s so easy to vomit up a 140 character message that really doesn’t mean what you think means.

Interpretation can be SO subjective.


Winning and American Exceptionalism

Stacy McCain has a terrific post on war policy.  He illustrates the nature of victory in war that was also mirrored by a recent quote of the day over at Hogewash!

Wars begin when you will, but they do not end when you please.

Niccolò Machiavelli

The point is that when it comes to war, victory is most assured by one simple factor: who is more determined to break the will of the opponent, to craft a future so distasteful that the best possible option is complete surrender?

My favorite example of this philosophy can be found in the movie The Usual Suspects, when Verbal Kint shares with Agent Kujan the background of the mysterious and elusive Keyser Söze:

Until we remember, as a culture, that there are things worth fighting and dying for, that there are things that do not require understanding as much as they require commitment to the cause, the American experiment will continue its desert wanderings in search of a promised land that was abandoned fifty years ago.

UPDATE – I can’t believe I forgot to title the post.  I need to eat a brain.


Now Here's Something To Consider


Maybe he doesn’t want you in jail. Maybe, like so many others, he just wants you to


And maybe, just maybe, he has finally realized that patience and grace and forgiveness and Christian charity are wasted on evil people. Maybe he has reached the conclusion that the only way to get you to


is to put you somewhere where you have no choice but to


We haven’t spoken on this subject, but if it were me, it wouldn’t have to be jail; a mental hospital would be just fine. A cabin in the mountains with no internet access would be fine, too. A nice, secluded island with a manual typewriter and an endless supply of paper would be all right. Someplace nice, with all the comforts of home except one – the electronic access that would force you to


is all that I would need.

But I won’t lie. Seeing you in jail would be FUN.


This Actually Explains A Lot

Over at PJMedia, Spengler opines on why folks like The Reason I’m Here hate people like me so much:

They are being silly. We know they are being silly, and they know we know, and they can’t stand it. It isn’t quite how we repudiate the idea that the opposing party has any legitimacy at all. But we can’t stop giggling.

“Reductio ad absurdum” does not begin to characterize the utter silliness of liberals, whose governing dogma holds that everyone has a right to invent their own identity. God is dead and everything is permitted, Zarathustra warned; he should have added that everything is silly. When we abhor tradition, we become ridiculous, because we lack the qualifications to replace what generation upon generation of our ancestors built on a belief in revelation and centuries of trial and error. Conservatives know better. G.K. Chesterton said it well: “Tradition means giving votes to the most obscure of all classes, our ancestors. It is the democracy of the dead. Tradition refuses to submit to the small and arrogant oligarchy of those who merely happen to be walking about.”

It resonates.  He’s an idiot.  We know he is an idiot, and he knows that we know.  And he can’t stand that we refuse to take him seriously.

Read the whole thing.


Maybe Stick With WordPress?

…and one Twitter account?

I have never deleted a post from this blog. I have never deleted a tweet, much less the entire account.

I have never felt that anything I have written was so…indefensible (the kindest term I could think of) that I would be unable to stand behind it.

I sleep very well at night.

When I’m not out chasing delicious Postal Inspector brains, that is.


A Little Q & A

Over on his new-and-improved Twitter account, the Deranged, Multiple-State Adjudicated Cyber Harasser and Stalking Oedipal Troll has posed a series of questions.  At the moment, it seems like it could be…


…to answer them.

When did I become a professional comedian?

This is a loaded question, dripping with late-stage Parkinson’s dementia.  If he doesn’t remember, I don’t see why I should help.  Continue reading “A Little Q & A”