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.

Loves to the MILFs!

Reality Bites

When I do my trolling stuff over on LiveJournal, it’s very rare that I actually receive any replies to it, even if people post replies.  You see, for each LJ account I create, I need a completely new email address for each one.  And, since I assume the piggies will squeal to LJ Abuse, once I’ve trolled, I log out, never to return to that particular sock puppet.  It’s even rarer that I would log into one of the emails again, because, once the LJ sock puppet is suspended, that email address is useless to create a new one.  So, for each of my sock puppets, I’ve got an email address I’m unlikely to ever use again, so it follows that I simply don’t get notifications of any replies I might get.

And if you look here, you begin to get an idea of just how many socks and emails we’re talking about.  Also, figure in the fact that I’ve always got about a dozen unused emails ready to roll.  You get the idea.

All that said and done, it does happen that every so often I’ll need an additional email address for something else, so I can always use one of my LJ suspended ones.  If, then, I happen to log into an email I’ve trolled with, and there’s been a response, only then do I see the replies (usually months later).  However, I did just happen to use a more recent email, and so got a reply on one of my more recent trolling attacks that I found so typically milf I had to bring it up.  The reply was this:

“aaaah, you again. i guess you must be bored. i will leave this up. all ten of them. maybe that will give you what you’re looking for. i feel sad for you.”

This is right in line with all those other “posed” comments on LJ like “yawn”, “facepalm”, “headdesk” and the like.  All those comments that, if they were actually intended as written, wouldn’t have been made at all.

But this comment, specifically, has a number of interesting points, the most significant being its manipulative attempt to make me feel somehow “pitiable”.  No, “pitiable” is the incessant need to cling to a community like amputee_milfs.  Calling me pitiable (“i feel sad for you”) is the classic milf move of taking those things they don’t like in themselves and projecting them onto others.  It’s that warped psychology that kept them all coming back to GOMS in the first place.

Lastly, “I must be bored”?  Nonsense.  You see, you milfs were the ones who invited yourselves into my life, by trolling and stalking and probing into everything I did on LJ, just because you weren’t done with your lulz.  Unfortunately for you, all I built on LJ for you to stalk was really just one big tar baby, as I’m sure you’ve noticed by now that getting into my business is a lot easier than getting out of it again.  So, you stepped in it, had your lulz, and then tried to pull yourselves out when you got bored, only to find I don’t let go so easily.  You had your lulz, you enjoyed them, and that’s awesome.  Now, it’s my turn.  Now I probe into your lives, finding all I can, digging it all up, getting my own lulz in.  When I get “bored” is when I’ll stop.  Although… I really wouldn’t count on that happening anytime soon.

You’re all just… too much fun…

Profiling

I’ve mentioned… a time or two… that the community amputee_milfs attracts a certain type of person, with certain traits that can be observed in all its members.  But I’ve never gone into a detailed explanation of those traits.  So…

To begin; these are, after all, LiveJournal users, and quite dedicated ones, so we can start from the set of indications that gives us:  a need to talk about oneself, a need to share it with select others, a need for “approval” (that is, comments) from those select others.  The flaw is already apparent, in that by limiting those who are allowed access to one’s journal, the “approval” gleaned is entirely fabricated, as in, one who might not approve is absolutely forbidden to comment.  In other words, the only people allowed to comment on these “private” entries are the ones that the journal owner knows already will approve of whatever they say.

(Myself, on the other hand… I’ve gone through a slew of LJs, and have never cared much for keeping them updated, but when I did, I got into all kinds of idealistic arguments with people on my friends list, and found, like I’ve always said, that by encountering opinions of those who are different, followed by discussion, both sides come out with a broader understanding of this world and how it works.)

Now, let’s take a closer look at the milfs themselves.

They all exhibit the above-mentioned LiveJournal user traits, but several are accentuated to a dramatically heightened degree.  Now, overwhelmingly, the amputee_milfs suffer from a conflicted sense of self, consisting mostly of that need for acceptance driven to desperation, playing against catastrophically low self-esteem.  We see among the members mostly females who are obsessed to a ludicrous degree with the most minute details of what is fashionably ”acceptable”.  By constructing an arbitrary set of rules as to what qualifies as acceptable, and then adhering strictly to those rules, they can cling to the idea that they are themselves “acceptable” (just like catholics’ concept of “good”).  One finds countless examples throughout the members of amputee_milfs; they consider themselves “authorities” on every topic, from the proper way to fashion one’s eyebrows, to tattooing, to all manners of body modifications.  The body modifications I find most telling; why on earth would one modify themselves if they were able to accept themselves as they are?  The need to make themselves “different” from how they once were is simply a reflection of this self-esteem issue.  Not universally among all mod enthusiasts, mind you, but definitely so amongst the milfs.

Establishing that baseline, we can turn now towards the “snark” effect this has.  What is it that leads the milfs to their need for snark communities, and why is it that the milfs’ snark communities are so different than, say, the umpteen million other snark communities on LiveJournal?  First, to the casual observer, one will find that amputee_milfs is strictly moderated.  Only those “trusted” will be allowed access.  Many other snark comms, the “light” ones, ones moderated by people other than milfs, have open membership, and people can come and go as they please.  It’s worth noting that members of milfs do belong to these communities, but one will also note that they comment far, far less than they do in their own comms, and their “voices” are much quieter, and run right in tandem with the opinion of the thread.  Public comments = potential disapproval, you see.  Also, the “lighter” snark comms, being intended solely for fun, also do not satisfy the milfs’ appetites for snark, because the milfs need to take it beyond what is generally permitted on LiveJournal.

Because, simple jokes do not satisfy them.  They need things to be laced with a distinct cruelty, stemming directly from their own lack of ability to accept themselves for who they are.  How else does one explain the need for them to create a whole new hidden community simply to continue posting about a woman who’s already successfully filed a DMCA against them?  Most would have walked away at that point, but their own insufferably low self-esteem is masked by their artifical sense of community approval, and also with a very strong air of “righteousness”, a sense of “I know how it’s supposed to be, anyone doing it any other way is therefore wrong, is less than me, is not as good as me” (read useyourwords‘ journal).  To reinforce this false sense of security, they create these snark communities, where they can then finger-point at the ones they deem not as good as themselves, and they have to go after this with a vehement dedication.  So, having a DMCA filed successfully against them, and thus, proving them “wrong” in any way, is an unforgivable crime in their eyes, because they, like much of the Internet, still does not understand that when it comes to information posted online, “easy to steal” does not mean it is “fair use”.

The true irony is, by indulging in these crueler activities, for all the ceremony they build around it, the fundamental issue they are trying to satisfy is their need to feel like they are better people than they are, and yet, they are doing it in a way that is, by definition, cruel.  So, by trying to make themselves better, they only succeed in making themselves worse.  Why do you think, when amputee_milfs was created, it was such a “secret” community?  Recall, before the name change, when it was goms_drama (but no, it’s not associated with goms at all), the list of rules?  It was all about staying hidden.  Zero risk of disapproval that way.

It comes down to this… their biggest fears revolve around someone discovering, deep down inside, the true nature of who they fundamentally are, all masks stripped aside.  And, seeing people’s true nature is exactly what I do best.  In other words, I know.  And, they know I know.  And what have they done… banned me, blocked me, gotten every account of mine they can find deleted; in other words, they do everything they can to silence me.  Why do you think they take such delight in the removal of their ED page?  (of course, if they could find all the other places they’ve popped up, they might not be so thrilled… heheh)

I know, and they know I do.

And so, they hate me.  Despite the fact that I’ve never gotten so much as one single comment they ever posted removed, much less had any of their LJs deleted.  But still…. they loathe me with a flaming passion, and do everything in their power to silence me, block me, even going so far as to erase me from their very history.

I ask you… why?

Fregoli delusion

Fregoli delusion is a rare brain phenomenon in which a person holds the belief that different people are, in fact, the same person in a variety of disguises. It is often associated with paranoia and the belief that the person in disguise is trying to persecute them. The condition is named after the Italian actor Leopoldo Fregoli who was renowned for his ability to make quick changes of appearance during his stage act. It was first reported in 1927 in the case study of a 27-year-old woman who believed she was being persecuted by two actors whom she often went to see at the theatre.  She believed that these people “pursued her closely, taking the form of people she knows or meets”.

e.o.t.i.i.r.d.t.

When you can inflict this condition upon others, you have won.

Motivation

One quick note… for all those wondering “OMFG why doesn’t he just go the fuck AWAY already”, well, I think you might be forgetting what’s keeping me fueled in all this…

WHEN DOES IT END?

No biggie tho.  It’s just the Internet, right?

And I’m just a few years of bad karma finally catching up to you…

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…

.until the end.

Introducing A Little Anarchy…

Here are two fun links:

LINK ONE

LINK TWO

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…

To GOMS’ Members II

Because I’ve had a LOT of questions about it this morning, I’m going to just underline this point here:

As of my conversation with richey yesterday, I AM RETIRING FROM ALL THIS TROLLING STUFF, at least as far as GOMS is concerned.  I know some of you find that a bit tough to swallow right now, and me saying “trust me” doesn’t hold much water, but there it is.

But, as I’m still seeing the typical misguided guesses as to what fed all this, I’ll lay out the reasons, and see if things don’t make a bit more sense for you.

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…