After a few blissful months without seeing the IP Address
73.3.95.113 (literally in a trailer park in Weber Co, Utah) in glorious abundance, today our favorite fool Sugar Ray Dodge, aka John Chadwick, has finally managed to crawl out of the open septic tank that is allegedly his life to stalk me at least 600 times today. What follows is but a tiny fraction of the hits this wouldbe man of letters had given me apparently to the exclusion of all else earlier today before I got bored and turned to more important matters:
To any who care (and I couldn't fault you for not), his Twitter handle is @SugarRayDodge. If you have a Twitter account of your own, I'd sure appreciate it if you could go to it and block his sorry, bleeding ass. If enough of you block him, perhaps we can get this right wing miscreant suspended if not thrown off Twitter by tripping the algorithm that surely runs that site as they run all internet behemoths.
I'll be doing some things on my own end to put this matter to rest once and for all, starting with placing another call to the Weber County Sheriff's department in Utah.
3 Comments:
"John?" You mean there's ANOTHER person reading your blog? What mad men! How DARE those men read your public articles! Call the authorities immediately! What a terrible thing to happen to such a noble, wise philosopher such as yourself. Science bless you.
Obviously, you're the first of Chapped Dick's deployed flying monkeys to arrive (and I recall you from the last time what passes for John's brain had a very public epileptic seizure). Just as obviously, you're letting some irrational hatred of me that you're told to harbor and cultivate is blinding you to the screamingly obvious fact that there is something deeply wrong and disturbing when an individual spends countless hours and clicks a mouse literally 600-700 times a day on one blog, often spending no more than one second an article. And if you cannot see that, then you are obviously a partisan fool on whom I am wasting the meager electricity it takes my brain to generate to move my fingers over my keyboard.
Suffice it to say, if I were to inflict this parody of "readership" on Chapped Dick, you'd no doubt muster the cerebral contortionism necessary to lambaste me for visiting on his neglected blog the same manic bullshit to which he's been subjecting mine.
Having said that, please sterilize yourself with a rusty spoon and pass that on to Johnny boy.
Sugar Ray's recently-released book must be selling poorly, so he decided to share his misery by coming back here to harass JP with the help of one of his attack dogs, Sara, who last made herself heard here in December.
Or is Sara Sugar Ray's alter ego?
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