And then somebody goes and opens a window and the pests come in. In this case, two obedient Shillbuzzers, egged on by their Lord of the Flies, Harvey Bilk of Shillbuzz, believe they have pinpointed my exact address. Here they are, their twelve dirty little feet spotting up my study. This is the same comment as yesterday, btw, with "Michael F" referring to me, a complete stranger who has done nothing to anybody, as a "b***h." The new wrinkle is "High Energy Muscle Dude" (yes, really), who answered Michael F's call to find my "actual physical address".
Harvey Bilk, Lord of the Flies at Shillbuzz, is trying to out me, a private person who has never outed anybody on earth, as part of his continual fundraising efforts on behalf of himself. The Shillbuzzers have been crawling all over this blog, as they have crawled through other innocent people's, ostensibly to avenge his Lordship's "outing," an occurance with which I had nothing to do.
If the Shillbuzzers dig deep enough, they will find that I started this blog when my father was dying. I hadn't an idea what I was going to do with it; it was simply a refuge. Not that it meant to be private; I know the difference between a diary and a public blog, and I am not ashamed of anything I've ever written, or drawn, here or elsewhere. My father used to tell me "never say anything you wouldn't be proud to have on the front page of the New York Times." A tall order, to say the least, but I've tried.
So I knew my writing would be read by strangers, but I had every expectation that there wouldn't be many, and that the few that came would not be pitiless zombies on orders to exact some sort of punishment for something I had never done. Perhaps I was naive. Apparently, there is no way to protect anyone who blogs about something besides lolcats from being used as a political football.
But I'm not going to close my blog on account of the Lord Of The Flies (hobbit my rosy pink foot; he's an Orc trying to squeeze into a Hobbit suit). I've posted nothing on it since last March, if you'll check the archives; but I've had to revive it to deal with Mr. Harvey Bilk of Shillbuzz. If nothing more happens than that he becomes known by that moniker far and wide, it will be enough for me. And he will; before long, when you Shillbuzzers get hip to him, you'll be calling him that yourselves. But for now, you should see that this is a private citizen's blog. An innocent third-party being used to extract money from you. I don't go to your places and spot up the wallpaper. You don't belong here. Now get. Out. Shoo.
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