TRUST. TEH. CYCLE.

Every dang Wednesday I see a post at Deb's site that seems almost-reasonable.

And every dang Thursday she manages to take the speed train to Crazytown.

I wanted to extricate myself from the relationship with the creeps at lipid stupidity in an honorable way, so I challenged Mr. Goldstein to a sort of duel on the night of July 7. I sat down at 8:30 and said I am gonna make you ban me by 9, boy.

"Honorable." Yeah. One more for the Debinition file.

He never banned me and I never left and I made a joke about how the slope of my utility function would not diminish at all if jonbenet ramsey’s fate were bestowed on his progeny. It was mean and nasty and horrible to make a joke about the demise of a toddler. Is it meaner and nastier and horribler than all the toddlers that have REALLY DIED this summer while we all were hiking, swimming, phoquing or blogging? I don’t think so.

This is comparing apples and arsenic. The deaths of children are always mourned, and never contemplated. It's always a shock and a tragedy when an innocent dies. What Deborhah Frisch, PhD did was proclaim in advance the feelings she would entertain at the death of someone she's arguing with online. Further, she got extremely specific about the TYPE of grisly death she wouldn't give a damn about.

This is beyond disgusting.

I understand that it is possible to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that I posted A comment to sadly no or patterico or wherever. But since the “blog manager” has the capacity to alter or delete the CONTENT of the comments, this IP proof is essentially irrelevant. Yes you can prove I said something but you can’t prove what I said. Big phoquing deal.

There are current residents of state and federal penitentiaries who would beg to differ.

Besides, even if I said everything attributed to me, it does not come close to violating the frivolous, toothless, ridiculous restraining order from Colorado.

We'll have to wait until November to find out. I'm sure comments like this will hold enormous sway with the judge.

I am paying a lawyer in Colorado $250 an hour to settle our fight. Remind me never to fight with a sissy with a rich daddy again. It’s expensive!

There are times when the mission of "Don't Hire Deb" is fulfilled simply by quoting her. Merry Freaking Frischmas, everbody!

I've finally been financially victimized! That's a silver, albeit expensive, lining.

That's right, folks - she's the victim. And that's the upside.

That is pedophilia, in my mind. If someone calls you Count Cockula and you say cool, you’re a pedophile in my book. This is separate from being a child molester – lots of Americans are pedophiles and visit child porn sites, brothels in Bangkok, etc. I suspect that Jeff, like most non-Catholic American pedophiles, is a non-practicing one.

Joe, are you taking notes? This is Lexicon GOLD.

Jeff wrote the creepy sexual stuff about auntie moonbat saliva. His insistence of trying to force me to admit writing the statement he wrote since Day 1 has irritated me and has inspired my desire to make jokes about him and his wife and satchel.

For those playing the home game, the Joooooo Devil made her do it.

If Jeff would admit that:

a. he is the one who exhibited pedophilic tendencies prior to our altercation by:

i inspiring people to call him count cockula (=sex + children's cereal=pedophilia) and
ii. then using the moniker HIMSELF!

b. he wrote the auntie moonbat comment or at least admit that it is not possible to prove that i wrote it (because of the reasons I explain above)

c. the count without the O joke is VERY funny

I will have no need to:

1. verbally aggress against him and
2. refer to his wife and child

when I refer to the blog brawl.

Think we can arrange a group tour to the courthouse in November? We may witness a legal first: Death Penalty for Murder of Rational Thought in the first ephing degree.


Hat's off to you, Deb. That is some vintage Wine country cray zee.

I'm forwarding this to Mr. Goldstein's attorney, then taking a nice Brillo bath.