Time to Kick some Virtual Ass...
Dear Rev. Jack,
There is an asshole on blogger (okay, more than one). This particular
asshole (no one we know personally) is abusive. He harassed one woman to
the point she stopped blogging altogether, and now he feels he "won."
Now, this guy loves attention, so I don't want to give him any by going to
his blog and calling him an asshole. However, I also don't like the fact he
feels his tactics are successful and should therefore be repeated.
I don't know that there is an answer to this, except perhaps that I must
accept the fact that mean people exist, at times succeed, and I can't do
anything about that.
How do you deal with assholes, Rev. Jack?
posted by Rev. Jack at 12:52 PM
13 Comments:
I know how I would deal with this one, darling...
You just post that url of his and I sure that I know some folks who would take delight in harassing him to the point of tears or self-mutilation.
Yes, He would probably get off on the attention at first, but perhaps he's not aware of the painful lengths one can go to bother him (especially if one has nothing to lose) and all the people he knows.
Could be fun, who's with me?
xoxo Rev. Jack
Then again, the blog is incredibly dull, I doubt I could make it worse.
It's essentially some A-1 douchebag's superbly lame 'in your face/ keeping it real' posts with inane 'I got drunk this Halloween' commentary done by his completely forgettable friends.
BORING. Blah.
If he calls you names or post on your blog again, we'll galvanize the troops.
xoxo Barnette
How do you deal with assholes, Rev. Jack?
Short answer: divorce
Long answer:
Medicated wipes... front to back in a delicate glancing motion... Applying delicate pressure and NEVER breaching the exterior of the sphincter. Otherwise you'll go GAY!
You know who will bravely throw himself into the fray? FDC! That's who!
Watch this!
Tis I!
Fat Drunken Cupid!
And I am going to put a stop this so called "ASSHOLE" with my standard home-spun aplomb.
Tut tut dear ladies and ladyish fellows, my weathered exoskeleton will protect my especially weathered indo skeleton and all the other parts... indos.
Um... it just occured to me that I haven't the asshole blogger's address. Little help?
Sonny-
Everyone knows I don't use that ridiculous 'Gone With The Wind' mind-numbing prattle you're so fond of, so quit logging on as me.
Besides, you're the one that says 'If a woman's got time to type she's got time to clean and cook.'
The real FDC
You know what? His comments section doesn't seem to work properly.
But, if you want to visit someone who believes his own bullshit and abuses women, his address is http://japanlovesmisterunderhill.blogspot.com.
Leave it to ME...FDC!
Champion of ladies, kittens and delicate flowers!
Ha! I laugh... lest I cry at the the ruin that I, FDC, shall exact on this cad of the blog world!
EXCELSIOR!
An excerpt from one of his best posts (an people, really, he MEANS every word. He's not trying to be funny, although he is. Very.):
"I suppose I am lucky, because being the handsome, brilliant, affluent, charismatic guy that I am puts me in positions in life where I am surrounded largely by people in the same class. Offline, I generally don't have to deal with the bitter losers of the world except in passing; they can't afford to drink the places I drink, dine in the establishments I frequent, or go on vacations to the places I do...the most I usually have to deal with are looks of envy in passing due to my dazzling dates.
I am not going to apologize, though. Not for having a big penis. Not for turning down a threeway last week or a rendevouz with a pretty girl this weekend, or generally more sex than most guys could possibly hope to get, with women they would crawl a mile over broken glass for...just for a chance to jerk off in her shadow. Not for being successful. Not for being an amazing programmer. Not for being told on a regular basis I am a genius, or for being most of my professors' best student, or for being told I am the smartest man someone knows over, and over, and over. Not for getting a perfect score on an IQ test, not for being eligible for mensa, not for being elligible for triple nine. Not for all of it coming to me with absolutely no effort, as I watched so many fail when trying so hard to walk the same path...but simply not having what it takes. Not for being the best sex your wife or girlfriend ever had. Not even for being The Guy Who Never Called...the one who charmed your pants off then forgot about you an hour later."
If only I could mix you a cool drink, massage your feet and tell you that all men are not like this jack-ass. Sadly I can't. I'm late for my threeway... at the Mensa building where I have the very best parking spot because I'm beloved by all. Ta!
Especially GOD!
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