Final Word
Just to put this all in perspective:
The community amputee_milfs contained the same number of entries regarding me that you will find in the entirety of this blog here.
Except, those 100+ entries built up four thousand comments more than you will find in this entire blog. Not to mention private messages, AIM chats, etc.
(But they never discussed me at all.)
And, all of that is only a fraction of the discussion and commentary that they spend on Starla.
(But I’m the one who needs to get a life.)
So, in short, I was right, and I was wrong.
The milfs are obsessive, fanatical fangirls.
Piggy Pie
Really, this song just had to be in this blog somewhere. It’s Juggalos singing about piggies! It’s just too perfect. How could I not include it?
Actually, this song very specifically makes me think of 3 different members of milfs, one to each verse. I kind of think of it as “their song”. My 3 little piggies >:D
And lastly… the chorus of this song is my cell phone’s ringtone.
SLUT
in my dreams we die as one…
Let’s Review
So, take a look at THIS.
That’s from a milf’s MySpace blog, and she can remain nameless for now, but some of the issues in there need addressing, because if there’s really milfs thinking like this, they’re rather behind the times, and need an update.
Dead Baby Post: None of what I have done since September of 2008 has had anything to do with that. The current issues began with amputee_milfs following of me all over LJ, after I told them not to, and posts made to the community featuring goombatree’s “stalking emails” list, things like “super secret information” about me (which turned out to be my meatpuppet communities… ooo, that was a tough catch LOL) and things like that. That’s why, in October of 2008, after attempting to bury the hatchet and even joining the GOMS communities in good faith, I declared open war on the members of amputee_milfs and their beloved related communities. What defined them as enemies was not what they had already done, it was the type of people they were, which their actions as a community amply displayed. Not everyone in milfs was behind the idea of keeping BLT info in there, but not one of them ever came to me and said “Hey, this is happening, maybe you should try to stop it”. Guilt by omission, plain and simple.
My Wife: No, we didn’t get married. She moved to Denver. Our relationship was trying to recover from the loss of a child, the addition of GOMS’ unwarranted attack pretty much drove the nails into that. Not to mention the year of school I took off in order to devote more time to this. A marriage and a year of my life. You took that from me. I intend fully to take it all back.
For-fucking-ever: Exactly. Once you decide to make an enemy of Thorn Enterprises, you’re going to have it in your life for the remainder of it. Guaranteed. You youngsters these days have no patience whatsoever. This has only been going on for a year, a scant 12 months or so. We’re barely out of the starting gate here. I have plans that stretch into 2014, and that’s just basic stuff. It’s rare I come across one such individual as a milf, but to find so many of them in one spot… no, amputee_milfs is a sincere devotion of mine now.
Calling You Fat: I prefer to out the more subtle things, those deep-seeded psychological character flaws that no amount of exercise or dieting can repair. It is those warped elements of the psyche, almost universal among the milfs, that draw me.
Worthwhile Charities: Thorn Enterprises has done more good for this world already than all of those put together. The reason why I, at 35 years old, am just now getting back to school, staying at my mom’s, etc, is because I was out there during my 20’s doing all those things you all pretend to care about doing: changing the world, making it better, and planting the seeds in our society for a degree of tolerance that has never before been seen. Do you think it’s an accident that my home state, generally considered rather conservative, was the first state in the US to legalize gay marriage? Or the first state to out the pedophile priest issues? Or how about the fact that we now have a black president? Cause and effect. Plant the right seeds in the right place at the right time, and watch the roses bloom. You want to change the world? First you need to be able to see it. And you milfs are quite willfully blind.
“BUT WE DON’T TALK ABOUT YOU!” This is just the typical milf self-centeredness coming into play. You think that because you don’t talk about me, I shouldn’t care. SUCH a milf attitude: “if it ain’t hurting me personally, who gives a fuck?” (quick, now, run out and support some charity to try and justify yourselves to yourselves). Most of you preach some kind of charitable affiliation, then turn around and shred Starla/whoever in your communities. You know what would actually help you feel better about yourselves? Stop being scum and doing the whole “equality for some” hypocrisy and start treating (wait for it) all people as equals! You see, I care about ALL, I seek to protect ALL, and those who would seek to do harm to another are my enemy. That is why, no matter what happens, in the final shakedown, I will always be better than you. So, talk about me, don’t talk about me, whatever. This has nothing to do with what you do moving forward.
It has everything to do with what you’ve already done.
And trying to pretend to you didn’t doesn’t make it, or me, go away.
Every Breath
It would seem, one tiny entry aside, that I have been a little lax in the upkeep of this blog lately; rest assured that nothing could be further from the truth. I’ve been quite busy, actually, and have a good half-dozen entries that will shortly be going public, but for the moment, I’m still tinkering, cross-linking, etc, because they’re all somewhat inter-related, and, due to certain limitations and the need for privacy in some areas, I can’t simply make them open to the public as-is. Which also means, at the moment, there may be a few links here and there that don’t seem to go anywhere, but in actuality, they link to entries that aren’t yet public. Soon enough, they’ll all open up.
In the meantime, in the interest of keeping the blog current, have a video dedication to my most passionate group of ham-scented online lovers…
Purplephiliac
amputee_milfs member purplephilia asked the following question of the Twitterverse:
You know, I really hate that MySpace made it so you can’t read private profile status updates. How the F am I supposed to stalk ppl now?!!
Might I recommend… following them on Twitter? Because, really, if you want to know what someone’s up to, where they’re going, when they’re doing it, and even what they’re thinking about at any given moment of the day, Twitter makes a fantastic resource for keeping tabs — that and Facebook. Christ, Facebook is a stalker’s wet dream (of course, though, if you follow purplephilia’s Twitter, you know she “friggin hates Facebook”). But Twitter, for instance, gives us access to wonderful things this little exchange:
purplephilia: Drinkin lots of cranberry juice from a purple cup. Starla is a huge idiot.
purplephilia: ALSO I got some Crisco at Target because my face freaked the hell out and got all desert-like on me. *crosses fingers*
Tempus_Fugit: @purplephilia I don’t want to know why your brain made the connection from Starla to Crisco. ewww
purplephilia: @Tempus_Fugit Well…I mean, it IS Starla. But unlike her I won’t be eating it straight out of the tub.
Tempus_Fugit: @purplephilia maybe we can trick her into thinking a deep fat fryer is a “bath”. she’ll come out lookin like a tater tot
This is the kind of clever banter one still finds in amputee_milfs. Which is pretty expected at this point (unlike Starla, these people are not not known for imagination) but I find it particularly humorous that purplephilia, of all people, has anything to say about Starla, because really, let’s look at this:
On one hand, we’ve got Starla, imaginative, constantly creating something, artistic, etc, etc, hurting no one at all (except, I suppose, people who don’t like her work and yet, for some reason, cannot stop following it — people like purplephilia) and on the other hand, we’ve got the mundane (trust me on that, after a few hundred Tweets, mundaneis being generous) purplephilia, obsessed with Robert Downey Jr and Swagbucks (sign up at THIS LINK to give purplephilia credit when you join), and… well, actually, that’s about it.
Oh, and since the milfs like taking digs at personal appearance (because apparently how one looks is the end-all be-all of the fundamental worth of a human being) just put purplephilia and Starla side-by-side and take that Pepsi Challenge.
And you wonder why I call the milfs piggies…
But to be fair… a little eye candy for purplephilia, a poster for a movie I’m sure we’ll both be seeing, since I’ve been a Sherlock fan for ages:
I’ll be seeing it with other Sherlock fans, though… I’m not as big a RDJ fan as you, pp. Why don’t you go see it with cnn_newsroom, like you did with Watchmen?
ETA: Holmes was a heinous disappointment if you’re looking for anything remotely like the actual Sherlock Holmes.
The Simplest Explanation
It occurs to me that, after 100 posts (technically 103 now), there’s an awful lot of tl;dr detail in here that the casual reader isn’t going to bother delve through; all the talk about milfs, trolling, nakedness, Starla, dead babies, stalking, obsession, vendettas and so forth all just gets a little baffling and redundant. So, in the interest of simplicity, I present a YouTube video that I feel adequately represents my trolling of getoffmyspace/amputee_milfs (aka “GOMS”).
The part of GOMS will be played by Steve Martin.
The part of Dorian Thorn will be played by Bill Murray.
Enjoy!
*100*
Well, this is kind of special… the 100th post to this blog!
Ok, not the 100th public post, sure, but 100 nonetheless. Yes, there are a good deal of private posts as well that are intended for a much smaller audience.
And what’s on tonight’s agenda for nitpicking my favorite group of “vapid cunts with severe mental problems” (to quote one of the mifs themselves)?
THIS, just posted to amputee_milfs.
Oh, no, really, milfs? Someone on the Internet does not live 100% to the letter of what their profile reads? I stand with you here, shocked and appalled. Actually, the most shocking part of this is that one of the milfs was so achingly desperate for some Starla love that she actually took the effort to find this minor inconsistency. I mean, it really goes a long way towards showing just how obsessive the milfs can truly be about the people they love…
And 22 recovered posts later, I assure you, they have loved none more than me. These milfs are the very lowest class of human being (even that’s generous), the ones evolution has passed by, who of course justify themselves in their own feeling of superiority and entitlement by clinging tightly to other sub-evolved piggies like themselves. After all, when one vapid cunt finds another vapid cunt, they assume just because they’re both vapid cunts, that it’s ok to be vapid cunts. Check out this post a milf made to her journal, and revel in the feeling of a person dealing with the basest, most trivial of issues (and one centuries old, to boot), yet doing it with a patent sense of reeking, nausea-inducing, holier-than-thou superiority. You can actually hear the condescending, “I’m-talking-to-a-5-year-old” tone this is written with.
Don’t be fooled by these gossamer efforts at sincerity. These are people who delight in the pain and misery of others, who take joy in suffering. Pain, sorrow, loss, death… none of it’s real to them. It’s all just a game.
Very well, then… let’s play.
Happy Anniversary
Indeed :)
Congratulations to all those without whom I’d be an unknown name in the shadows. Without the milfs, I wouldn’t have an ED page, my Internet infamy, more offers of sex from more people (male and female) than I can count… basically, without their efforts, I pretty much wouldn’t even exist online, and it is their continued existence which fuels my fires. After all, what’s a Dorian Thorn without his beloved milfs to rail against? It was they who resurrected my BLT nickname after all this time…
Oh, and you know what else I love about this? The anniversary of amputee_milfs is also the anniversary of my mindrape of GOMS. The very existence of amputee_milfs commemerates the year GOMS, as it once was, died.
Which is pretty much the equivalent of saying, “Did you enjoy the cake? Good, cuz I jacked off into the frosting.”
*hugs*
ETA: This was a private entry, but decided to make it public. Cuz… I dunno. It’s cute. I was gonna shoop me jumping naked out of the cake, but feh.
Teratophilia
[This might have been the last post, but of course, some people just can't get enough of me...]
It looks as though this entry is going to end up being posted on the 29th, which suits my sense of symmetry quite nicely. July 29th, though I doubt few other than me recall this, marks exactly one year to the day since the original post made to getoffmyspace that started all of this…
I
So, let’s take a moment to roll those clocks back one year. Let’s not forget where this all started; an infant named Caleb dying at three weeks old in his parents’ arms. Then, an online community that likes making fun of people’s MySpaces decides to go after Caleb’s memorial page (created to help network with other parents who have suffered similar losses), and in the process slurs Caleb’s memory, both his parents, and also every effort those parents have made to attempt to cope with this loss in the few short months it has been since Caleb’s death.
Caleb is publically called “an abomination”. This is referred to as one of “a bunch of great comments“.
Caleb’s father, made aware of this posting, contacts several members of the community, naturally angry, and attempts to reason with them. More lulz, as his emails are simply re-posted to the community. Then, having dropped from view, nude photos surface, with the potential of getting ahold of more, supposedly “secret” photos. These pictures are trolled, “stolen”, reposted, advantage taken of this father in every way imaginable, and a concentrated effort is made by the community to humiliate, embarass, and ultimately, destroy his life. For, of course, the lulz. Because it’s just the Internet, and the Internet isn’t serious, even though they were actively using it to ruin someone’s life.
A word to the wise. When the Internet’s been used to target your life, it starts seeming a lot more serious.
Of course, that’s not the way things actually were. Turns out this was all just a clever prank, the dad was no stranger to his nudes being publically displayed, and everyone got a good laugh. And then, of course, as the dad had anticipated (and, in fact, warned them against doing), the amputee_milfs started their shit…
But wait, you say. How can I hold anyone responsible for anything that happened, as “goombatree” was the ringleader, and I was the one publishing all this? How indeed? Look at that again. Goombatree simply handed over the tools; it was the rest of the community that used them. Goombatree did not start an Encyclopedia Dramatica page aimed at shattering a man’s life and humiliating him to the point that he would forever flee the Internet. No, that was all GOMS’ doing, for, if one recalls, they used to be a community of trolls. They used to find people who they deemed should “get off MySpace” and then actively try to drive them off MySpace, as well as YouTube, etc, pretty much off the Internet altogether. (According to one member of amputee_milfs, the one community memory in milfs is simply a post collecting all known accounts of Starla’s, across the entire Internet. Because I’m the obsessive one…?)
They… don’t do that anymore, of course. That’s all changed now. If you want to know why, read the rest of this blog.
Main point here? When my pics were being used to harass, stalk, humiliate, and destroy me, it was all great lulz and fun and laughter. ”Best post ever” in GOMS. Filed in community memories under “EPIC EPIC EPIC”. Then the twist, and suddenly it’s all gross, I’m a twisted deviant, all the posts get deleted, etc, etc. Oh, and of course, at least eight members of amputee_milfs had supposedly “known all along” that goombatree was me. Sure they did.
The members of getoffmyspace, and later of amputee_milfs, are the ones that did all this. I simply provided them the tools to see how far they would take it, and they ran as far as their little snarky legs would carry them. The fact that I knew I was immune to whatever they would try is irrelevant, because they did not know, and thought they were actually doing this degree of harm.
As if there is anything a simple online snark community could do to harm someone after they’ve been through…
II
This is all ancient history, of course, but I feel it’s important to really outline the way I see this, to truly give one some perspective on just how far things went before the mods stopped celebrating how “epic” it all was and started stepping in to actually do something about it (far too late, I might add).
“Internet Is Serious Business”. That’s the joke, of course, which actually says, “none of this is important”. And the incredible irony is… yes, it is, actually. The Internet doesn’t matter when it’s just you browsing around at stuff. But that all changed with the rise of these social networks. It’s not simply you on a website anymore, you’re in neighborhoods now, surrounded by other actual people. This is not a drill or a simulation. Every screen name and user ID you encounter online is another living, flesh-and-blood human being. There’s no such thing as “Internet People”. They’re all just… people. You, me, GOMS, the milfs, all of us. Of course, the people who run and participate in a community like getoffmyspace are the scum of the earth, and the people in amputee_milfs are the ones who are even too sleazy for that…
That’s my opinion, of course (and the opinion of much of the Internet by this point), and we’re all allowed to have those, after all. I’ve never begrudged anyone having an opinion. It’s fine to not like someone. But the moment you create an entire community whose sole purpose is to find people to attack and defame publically? Sure, there’s freedom of speech. But there’s also yelling FIRE in a crowded theater. You can’t use your freedom of speech to potentially inflict harm… oh, but of course, LJ’s TOS says it’s OK. They’re fine with you saying, posting, doing whatever (actually they aren’t which is why the milfs hide so much, too much DMCA-able content in that comm) because LJ are firm supporters of free speech, and the free interchange of ideas, because those are the principles our country was founded on, right?
Wrong. Our country was founded on principles that said if the rules don’t work, if they are no longer in the best interests of the people, then you change them, even if you have to have a fucking Revolution to get it done.
The only difference between people in snark communities and roving gangs that set fire to the homeless is the forum they choose to do it in. It’s a personal assault on an individual, every snark post made to every snark comm, anywhere on the Internet. You know what snark communities were a few hundred years back? They were the bloodthirsty crowd who flocked to the public executions to jeer as some poor hapless soul, usually not deserving, was brutally put to death in whatever henious method was in vogue at the time. Now, snark communities currently remain legal, because the potential damage they do has not yet been addressed by lawmakers, probably because no one’s gone on an actual killing spree yet. YET. Thus, the “rules” say they are okay. Well, I say they’re not.
And these are truths I hold to be self-evident.
About time for a Revolution, I think.
III
What does it take? What does it take to get people to understand that we’re all one and the same, and that snark communities lay a foundation fraught with devastating consequences? They teach us to pseudospeciate on a vast scale, and it becomes almost habitual to regularly tear others apart for our own amusement. Nothing, after all, makes us feel as though we belong more than when we can point our fingers at someone who we can say doesn’t.
It’s always too easy to spot the differences between ourselves and others; the challenge lies in seeing how we are the same.
I never saw anyone online as just some random Internet person. They’ve always been quite real to me, people I can go and meet if I choose (and have done, plenty of times). They aren’t amputee_milfs and LiveJournal screen names. They are Frank, and Shaun, and Julie, and Karen, and Kelly (twice), and Janelle, and Ricki, and Alice, and Kris, and Audrey, and Liz, and Brandy, and Trish, and Claire, and Nicole, and Mike, and Jared, and Sarah, and Jasmine, and Jenn, and Travis, and Taylor, and on, and on, and on. You get the point. We’re all people. All of us are in the same boat. And, given that we’re all people, I find it an offense to my species that people like those I’ve just mentioned here do what they do and give the rest of us such a bad name. Some people simply have to learn the errors of their ways.
Of course, those who can’t seem to learn on their own, must be taught…
And why me? What gives me the right to say what one group chooses to do is wrong and what another chooses is right?
Because some truths are self-evident…
It’s funny, some of the things one picks up when your child dies in your arms… it really brings the important things sharply into focus.
But this isn’t about me. It never has been, and that’s one of the points that have been consistently missed. It’s not about me at all, it’s about these people, people like them, and what they do. Having been an outcast for some time, through Thorn Enterprises I have come to know a great many outcasts, and have also come to know firsthand the dangers of ostracism, and the damage it does. And just who do these snark comms target? The outcasts. My outcasts. Anyone who is different, anyone they can pseudospeciate to give them some vague sense of community, of belonging.
They say I take things too seriously? The members of amputee_milfs have demonstrated their willingness to be harassed, stalked, and threatened, on and off the Internet, just to hang onto their little club. Half a dozen members openly keep things going by including “secretive members-only hate clubs” in their interests on their profiles, all while claiming they do nothing. They cannot get away from it, remain far more obsessive that I ever was, and humbly accept whatever I throw at them, only daring to voice any complaint while hiding in their community, because they simply don’t have any other choice.
That’s why they can’t stand me. Through goombatree, then through my publicizing amputee_milfs, I held a mirror up to their faces and forced them to confront the kind of people they really are, and they are all very ugly indeed. With me around, they can’t pretend that what they do is OK. They have to call me every name under the sun, track me all over the Internet, follow me, make fun, dehumanize me at every chance, because if they even begin to accept that I’m right… well. Then they have to accept that they are simply… bad people. Fundamentally flawed.
What it all comes down to, basically, is that some people just like hurting other people. And the members of amputee_milfs, despite whatever justifications they use (“it’s just fun conversation”, “it’s only LiveJournal”, “it’s just a snark community”, etc., ad nauseum), are exactly the kind of people that just like hurting other people. Why do you think I call them “piggies”? Because they’re dirty, disgusting beasts that writhe around in their own filth.
Self-evident truths, milfs. Which is why the best strategy they could come up with to deal with me was “try to ignore him and hope he goes away”.
The Internet, by itself, is not serious business. But when people choose to victimize others on it, when the identity they choose to establish for themselves in this global community is one of hatred and intolerance, then it certainly becomes serious business. And to a guy like me, who has spent the last decade fighting against hatred and intolerance, it really doesn’t get any more serious. Especially when the hatred and intolerance is directed at my dead infant son.
You know, I find it almost unbelieveable that they’ve done this as long as they have, and actually find it surprising that someone has finally stood up and said “This shit is unacceptable, and you’re going to fucking stop now” and then proceeded to go after them with everything they’ve got. Is it really a surprise that after nearly four years of attacking innocent people for no reason whatsoever that this has happened? To me, the only surprise is that it took this long.
So you see, this is all so much bigger than a post about my son, a few snarky comments (or 4000) made about me, or even amputee_milfs or getoffmyspace itself. This is a much more widespread sickness that is reaching epidemic proportions. You see, snark comms teach people to pseudospeciate, to ostracize, to dehumanize. They ingrain basic intolerance. These are the skills the human race needs to be unlearning, not reinforcing. The Internet is a tool that has the potential, for the first time in human history, to make the world a truly unified, borderless community, and yet, human nature being what it is, people are using it to indulge the ugliness within us, the most primitive, savage side of us. We have within our hands a tool that can unify the globe, and people are using it to draw borders, cast out, and indulge their basest animal instincts…
…all for the lulz, of course.
IV
But all of this, this blog, this battle, why all this? What was the real reason behind it all? Was it simply a grief-stricken parent who, unable to do anything for his son during the three brief weeks of his life, finally had something he could do for his son’s memory? Sure, that was part of it, but wasn’t the main thing.
Was the fact that I’m an exhibitionist, and the idea of all these pictures of me becoming public domain is a bit of a thrill? Sure, that was part of it, but it wasn’t the main thing.
The main thing is, quite simply: I’m the good guy, and they’re the bad guys. And karma gets us all in the end.
And these are the truths that I hold to be self-evident.
With that, really, the only thing left to say is…
Introducing A Little Anarchy…
Here are two fun links:
Now, what are those, you may ask? Well, link #1 is a handy-dandy list of every entry in the community amputee_milfs, current through about the beginning of April. Link #2 is the list of entries they deleted, the ones all about me, that, when they got deleted, took more than 4000 comments with them.
Becuase they never discussed me at all, amirite?
That aside, you may still be wondering, why am I sharing these? I mean, they’re all locked entries, after all…
Well, here’s the thing… with the links about me removed, then, by process of elimination, most of the remaining links there are primarily about amputee_milfs‘ other main topic:
STARLA
And, hypothetically, say, if Starla herself was to be reading this blog, why, she could take that list of entries (again, LINK #1), and, well, she could go ahead and file one hell of a major kickass DMCA complaint, citing her pictures, her videos, pretty much anything she’s put online since last August, and probably 90% of those links would have to be removed.
Of course… that… wouldn’t leave all that much of a community, really…
Watch as I shed a tear. Maybe even two.
Then again, maybe not…
Get some popcorn, bitches!
Well, someone made a good point… this blog can’t really be considered up-to-date without the GOMS ranting videos I’ve made, so in the interest of making a new post (since I’ve pretty much been absent from the whole “let’s attack LJ thing” lately due to having a life – I fail trolling) here’s my videos.
The first (and I think there are links to it in here someplace, but whatever) was the introduction video to my community goms_redux, which I opened after I made GOMS close. For the… third time. I think. They’ve closed down and done member purges so often thanks to me that I’ve kinda lost count. Only real note on it, that video was made before goms_drama bowed to me by changing its name to amputee_milfs, so when I reference goms_drama in it, it’s actually the same community that is now amputee_milfs. I still say they should change the name of the comm to blt_fangirls, but whatever. I mean, seriously, how many LJ users get an entire thread dedicated to them and only them in a community made up of people who supposedly can’t stand them? This is why I love my little piggies… can’t stand me, but can’t look away either. They really have no idea, even yet, just how deeply they have sucked me into their own lives by doing that… ya can’t pledge that kind of love to a guy like me and then just walk away… what did I say, over and over? Call my name, and I come. Call me enough, and I don’t go away. Ever.
As for the other two vids… well, just general silliness and ranting, basically. That’s what happens when I ad-lib.
Oh, and there’s no nudity at all in any of these, so allow me to kill that suspense right there. If you want videos with nudity, go visit my ED page.
Enjoy!
(I told you it was a waste of 14 minutes…)
Who tattled?
So, my most recent sock puppet, gennert567, has, as I anticipated, been suspended.
Between announcing the username in a chat with a milf in it last night, and using him to make some comments to one of the GOMS mods, it was really only a matter of time. That, and, of course, the Joker icon kind of gave it away.
Interestingly enough, though, even though there was a milf in the chat I announced gennert567’s name in, I wasn’t entirely certain that particular milf would blow my cover. Yes, I am actually saying I was not 100% dead certain that I was going to be handed off to LJ Abuse by this particular milf. Wait… did I just say something less than negative about a milf? Well, that’s progress…
Of course, the milf in question, bloodlilie, visited gennert567’s profile this morning at 10:11am EST, followed closely by her friend rizzo barely 5 minutes later. And that was all they wrote for gennert567.
Tracking script rocks.
So, why am I going through all this? What makes gennert567 different than any of my other socks?
Because of what he showed us. Mind you, I’ve been pretty quiet lately. I haven’t done any trolling, any attacking, or anything at all on LiveJournal for weeks.
But at the first possible opportunity, the milfs go on the offensive against me.
What have we learned? The same thing we knew all along. It is the milfs’ incessant trolling, stalking, and harassing that keeps this all going. I, as always, play defense. They have a quiet offense because they are cowards by nature. They constantly watch for me, follow me, keep on my back, and report me at every possible opportunity.
I should send some emails about this… oh, wait… heheh…
Of course, with gennert567 went two other socks that shall remain unnamed, because they were in particular areas that I’d rather certain people not be aware I was in. So, those two shall remain quietly anonymous.
That means I’m actually sock-free at the moment. A grand opportunity to reset my MAC address and get myself back on LJ for real. That way, the next time I get reported, LJ Abuse won’t be able to verify that yes, it is, in fact, me. They’ll see me as a guy from halfway across the country, on a different computer, with a different OS and everything. That sock will be immune to being reported.
Reported?
Take another look at her.
Once I’m back on LJ for good, the milfs won’t even recognize me…
Helpful Tips from BLT
All right. Just to prove I’m not as bad as some individuals who prefer to live their lives based on assumption rather than fact seem to think, I’m here to offer an actual useful version of this catastrophically misguided post. You see, that post covers the bases for normal harassment issues on LiveJournal, but if there’s one thing the amputee_milfs haven’t called me, it’s “normal”. You see the fail in that post already, it assumes (hurm, there’s that word again) that the normal, everyday methods of dealing with LJ harassment actually work on me.
Did I mention that the half-dozen or so communities that have locked down due to trolling did so after I was perma-banned from LJ? I’ve had dozens of IPs banned, and still come and go as I please. I have 3 LJ accounts right now. And, like an obsessive lunatic, I keep this blog. ”Normal” and I don’t even live on the same continent.
So, if you find yourself under my umbrella, what can you do?
Moar Handy Trolling Tips
One thing that comes in handy above all else in this day and age: patience.
We live in an era where 99% of the people online, especially the under-30 crowd, have grown up on the rapid-fire sound byte headline presentation of the world. Everything comes in a very rapid flow, of very short clips. Today’s headline is forgotten tomorrow. By next week, it’s ancient history.
But, for the online troll, once you have ensured you are a fixture in their memories (I think I’ve pulled that part off at this point), patience becomes more than a virtue, it becomes a weapon. Back off the attacks for a few days, a week, a month. The targets breathe easier, relax, let their guard down. If you miss a day or two, they think you’re gone. Miss a week, they’ll think you’re done. Miss a month, you’re undoubtedly dead.
That’s when you hit again. As hard as you fucking can. Pearl Harbor the living hell out of them.
Use the downtime, of course. Build sock accounts. Strategize. Choose your angles. Compile your information (of course you have spies, right? How the hell can you successfully collect the necessary information without spies? Goddamn it, if you’re trying to pull of a successful trolling campaign beyond a few random attacks, get yourself some damn spies!!). I use my downtime to keep watch on some of the comms I’ve forced the milfs to shut down. Waiting for them to re-open, see. Once they do, I’ll give them between 4-7 days before the next round of trolling.
Oh, and in regards to information: never, ever, ever use a valuble piece of information the moment you get it. Oftentimes, when you do that, you also tip your hand as to where you got it from, potentially compromising a source. Using a little patience, sit on top of your new find, see if anything else can be extrapolated from it, and then, when the source of this information would no longer be outed by your revelaing it, that becomes the prime time to use your info. Because, you see, that also leaves your targets scratching their heads and saying “how the fuck did he know that?” Mindfuck at every opportunity!!
Perfect example of this. I knew the milfs were referring to me as “BLT” back in December (hence, the name of the amputee_piggies community I created, get it, can’t make bacon without slaughtering piggies, etc) but it wasn’t until March that I revealed I knew this. You see, then it seemed I’d learned it out of the blue, and had some method of hacking/breaking into something, where it was actually a very innocent slip on the part of one of the milfs back in December that tipped me off. Had I said something in December, it would have been fairly obvious where the slip had been. Waiting until March, until it was time for me to be permabanned, gave me the opportunity to spring it, and then to embrace the “BLT wuz here” slogan I’d been prepping since then.
I have a plan, and I have patience. My piggies are just reacting.
Which, actually, makes them very easy to both predict and control. This is like poking at bacteria on a slide and watching it twitch… piggie bacteria. Swine flu?
Swine Flu
Really, there has to be an exploitable “piggie” angle in here somewhere… lol.
Modern Demons
Since the earliest days of prehistoric Shamans, there has been belief in the phenomenon of “demonic possession”, nowadays more often ascribed to mental illnesses (such as schizoaffective disorder). The rituals for “casting out” demons have been as varied as the many cultures that embraced these beliefs. However, as varied as all these rituals have been across cultures and millennia, certain common elements can be found that are almost universal, thereby suggesting certain basic recurring archetypes hardwired into human psychology at the primal level.
One of the most common of these recurring elements is the primary method for initially bringing an offending entity under some manner of control, and thereby making it susceptible to further commands, leading ultimately, of course, to expulsion. That primary method of gaining control is to call the entity by its proper name. It’s not surprising that this method is so widespread; fear of the unknown is, after all, a human universal. In ancient days, a victim of a serious mental disorder would be terribly frightening to those who didn’t understand it. One day someone is their usual self, the next, they become incoherent, irrational, unpredictable, and so on. Naming that which we don’t understand, and therefore fear, is a way of exerting some degree of control over it.
So, why am I going over the archetypal origins of exorcism ritual in this particular blog?
Heheh. I love this.
Naturally, I wasn’t always banned from LiveJournal, and had a few occasions to “spar” a bit with a number of the amputee_milfs. Always, of course, in a carefully controlled manner, extracting everything I could from them. One fascinating pattern I noted in particular. They called me “Matt”. This in itself isn’t so remarkable, as it’s no big secret my legal name is Matthew. What was remarkable was that, when dealing with me directly, a number of the milfs not only referred to me as “Matt”, but used the name over and over, in virtually every comment made to me. On one occasion the use of my actual name went so far that it was literally written as “DorianMatt”.
Why, you ask?
Because calling the offending entity by its proper name is a way of exerting some degree of control over it!
In other words, at the most primal, unconscious level of their psychology, I have become a demon to the amputee_milfs.
Not a bad bit of trolling, if I do say so myself…
Why “piggies” and “fangirls”?
You have undoubtedly noticed I refer to the amputee_milfs a lot as either “piggies” or “fangirls”. The”piggies” part first started when I created a community over on LJ (now defunct due to excessive banning — actually, screw banning, I’ve been banished at this point lol) called amputee_piggies. I chose the “piggie” reference as a retort to the “BLT” nickname, because one can’t make a BLT without first slaughtering piggies (pigs into bacon, get it?). Sexy, ain’t it?
Well, that’s one theory, anyway. Certainly fits…
But to be wholly honest, the real reason I call the milfs piggies is because… well, because they’re piggies. I mean, have you seen some of these people? Seriously, “oink” is about the only word that comes to mind…
And as for the “fangirls” thing… well, jesus christ, no one’s ever spent so much time and effort to amass such a complete collection of thorn-related pictures and posts and stuff. If they aren’t fangirls of mine… well, that’s why all the “piggie fail” tags…
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