This morning I have risen at dawn, as I have done ever since I accepted Old Holborn's invitation to be a guest author, and started the daily task of removing from my moderation file the overnight turds laid there by a foul mouthed ranter, quoting excerpts from my posts on Old Holborn who is incensed by my temerity in imagining I can -quote- 'play with the big boys, sonny'.
My crimes are, apparently, in descending order, not being a professional writer, being an 'upstart', poking my nose in where its not wanted, and failing to understand that if I don't stop, 'all' will be revealed. 'All' has never been defined.
In between these little bons mots, there have been several attempts to access the server of my own site, by one of the many IP addresses used by my troll, and a spoof site set up lampooning my own posters.
I have no idea if others who author on here are similarly afflicted, if they are, they must deal with it in their own way. I only know that I am bored witless by it.
I had imagined that Libertarianism was a broad church, inhabited by all who wish to see this totalitarian government brought to account, who wished to see personal freedom and personal responsibility reinstated. One would imagine that there was enough work to do on that front to keep any number of idle hands busy, but not all apparently.
Now I could understand if my assailant was arguing with my politics, that is his right and I uphold it - but the attacks are quite specific in that his objection is to my appearing on Old Holborn's site, and my writing style. As such, he is welcome to 'win' the argument, and I am asking Old Holborn to remove my name from his list of links and guest authors. I am sure that some will say I should 'stay and fight my ground' - my answer to that is that my time is too valuable, and what time I have I would prefer to spend fighting this monstrous Government, not petty bruised egos.
Anybody who wants to read what I have to say knows where to find me, regrettably I have been forced to put comment moderation permanently on my site to prevent this little twat from ruining the very happy atmosphere on there for my own band of posters, but my site will continue to lampoon this Government, and will probably continue to do so with many a misplaced apostrophe, for I am a blogger, not a frustrated professional writer.
OH Update: A quick call to the charming Anna reveals that somebodey wants her voice silenced. Sorry, won't work.
Creedy: [desperately shooting at the approaching V] Die! Die! Why won't you die?... Why won't you die?
V: Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.