The Mouse That Roared

     I'm still unable to understand what makes me an infallible moron magnet, at how I can attract stalkers who, more often than not, cower behind keyboards while spending an inordinate percentage of their worthless, incel lives squirting sewage at me from the shadows of the internet.

     The screengrab above is something I just got in triplicate, a comment written for a post I'd put up literally 13 years ago. It's obviously written by the same freak who'd sent me an email from anonymousemail.eu (in duplicate) and I'd deleted all three copies as spam. I will address this cowardly little fistfucker one more time before I move on with my life.

     First off, it's inconceivable to me that someone overseas would be so energetically invested in my failure as an independent author that they spend untold amounts of time and energy to that endeavor. It sounds as if I've acquired the liveliest interest of a criminal organization that would put to shame the Hand in the Daredevil and Defenders series. You've threatened to rape my dead girlfriend, castrate me and then go after my family thousands of miles away.

     Secondly, the people who would buy my books are dedicated readers and fellow authors who would never go to a pirate site with the express purpose of cheating me out of the $4.99 that it would cost them to buy a Kindle copy of my new book. While I don't put up Stephen King numbers, the Scott Carson series nonetheless has a dedicated readership that would have no problem paying a modest price to read my fiction. In a matter of days, my narrator and I will begin the process of working on the audiobook version and good luck putting that on a pirate site.

     Thirdly, this idiot and social maladroit, if they're to be taken at face value, has just admitted to committing a crime, namely an infringement on intellectual copyright, which is something that is not contingent on national boundaries but is something that can be enforced on an international level.

     Fourthly, you've given me no indication you know where I live any more than you've given me an indication of where you live (although I have an idea. More on that later). You're not going to be the reason why and when I move because, frankly, I laugh at your pathetic attempts to force me to do or not do things according to your whims. Seriously, do you really believe you have that much control over my life that I'm going to actually heel to and quiver with fear over your crank messages? Again, I laugh at you and so do others.

     Lastly, even though I no longer have Gostats, I still have Google Analytics, which gives me specific information on where I get my hits, including referring sites, nations of origin, Operating systems and platforms used and yes, IP addresses. In other words, you're not nearly as smart as you think you are.

     For years, I was hounded by some stalker out of Utah who also thought he was smarter than me. He said more than once that he was "superior to (me) in every conceivable way". What he didn't realize was that he was so loathed and reviled that people were literally reaching out to me (including his own coworkers) and feeding me information about him. I cost him job opportunities and exposed him for what he was. Finally, a few years ago, he reached out to me, on this very forum, and offered to bury the hatchet.

     It's only a matter of time before someone who knows you reaches out to me and starts giving me particulars about you. Rather than me looking over my shoulder, perhaps you ought to be looking over yours.