Anonymous

Anonymity.

Under the veil of anonymity some choose to release a triad of anti comments. Anti comments being just that, they are against whatever the blog owner has said; be it conservative or liberal; pro gun or anti-abortion; waxed smooth of full on natural, they disagree and believe you need to know it. One has to wonder, do they seek out a blog and subject to pick on? Do they look for a link someplace and launch an attack? To what end? I mean what is the purpose? Should I be mad? Should I post cuss words back at them so they can grin and boast that they have hurt my feelings? Do I post pictures of my tears and call them ‘bully’? heh, I make myself laugh.

Trust me when I say, “Scarlet, I don’t give a damn!”, and you are not nor will you ever be ‘my friend’. You are a coward.

‘Anonymous’ has chosen these posts (1, 2, 3, 4 and 5) to slander and assault *cough* me, though I do find the attempts humorous. Much like a heavy weight prize fighter would find the bantering jabs of his diapered, snotty nosed 3 year old. Humorous in the feeble attempt, laughing at the fact that they mean nothing.

There is even a complement in there, back handed as it may be, yet it still strikes my funny bone.

I must ask, do you or any of your troll brethren think you really bother me? Do you really believe that your powers of persuasion and your mastery of the English language are so superior that in 500 or so words you will change the core of my being?

Surely you know you are only lying to yourself.

This is my house, my blog, my journal. It is written for me. Everyone is welcome to read and even comment. But behind the veil of anonymity… please. Did your parents not teach you some level of respect for others? Alas, I suspect not. If they did, it has been lost on the empty space between your ears. Still, I bet they ARE proud…

Here, you know my name, my e-mail and many personal things about me. Yet you choose to reveal nothing. Lending nothing to your credibility. Because I know nothing about you, I choose to dub thee Scarlet. (Tom was taken) Not the southern lady in the infamous movie of old but the color, the deep dark sometimes black color of blood soaked rags. You know, the effervescent cloth layered with the stench of decay and rot that can only come from life that has not succeeded. Yes Scarlet, you are the discarded pad that is thrown away several times a day by nearly every woman in the world… about once a month. For that is all the longer you will last. Next year I will still be here, writing. You will be gone and forgotten thrown away with the putrid refuse, to be consumed by the starving dogs of your own hatred.

Believe me when I say, “Scarlet, I don’t give a damn”, that it is about you, your beliefs and the European country you rot in. You are not welcome here. You are not my friend. I will not keep you around here any longer than any lady keeps her rags.

Any more fantasy words of persuasion you care to share should be limited to your own blog, for your own mother. Because, really? Who else cares?