Not all of M3’s detractors hide in my inbox. There is one in particular who lurks on the posts themselves. Have you seen the little troll? This person routinely down votes your comments and gives posts one star.
It is kind of like giving a waitress a one penny tip. Just to let her know you did not forget to tip, but sending home the message you absolutely hated the service. Ah, the perils of a public site. You cannot please all of the people all of the time. And there will always be one person who thinks everything you do it the worst. Meh.
Angel of Death
I am going to be the first one to admit there have been many references to the Grim Reaper, or to be honest (if you read any of it) Reaper Paulston. Reaper is one of the main characters in the ongoing story (which may well end up in a book). Any idea what kind of email it has generated so far?
Taking me at my word from Saved By the Bell, I got six hatemail. The most notable was from a woman in France, who was not chanting, Vive, la mort! Instead, she is determined I am the angel of death.
To her, I am promoting satanism and sending people to their death. She also seems to think my imagery makes people think it is OK to commit suicide.
Is she even reading the blog? Or did she just buy her PlayGirl for the articles? Hmm.
Think a lot of Myself
I am popular with the women this week. My next hatemailer hails from sunny California. She apparently did read Punt an Ostrich, well, maybe she did. After a keyboard-lashing about promoting cruelty to beautiful winged animals, I got a diatribe about (does any of this sound familiar?) about how narcissistic I am.
You see, to ask people to live life to the fullest and celebrate and leave a legacy, I am obviously singing my own praises and promoting my own dubious good works.
Now, I am the first to admit, some posts are all about me (like this one), but no where in that particular post did I reference myself or anything I have ever done, even if I have done some of the things on the Victory List.
My advice to her: Ride an ostrich. I hear it is good exercise for both of you.
What I neglected to tell her: Ostriches bite.
Missed the Disclaimer
Wouldn’t you know it? Another woman griping. This one hatemails from Vermont. I cannot claim she read the post What do the numbers mean?, at least not until the end. She was quick to point out not everyone whose numbers are not within my [sic] guidelines were unhealthy.
In fact, her BMI was far above what I [sic] am telling people is normal and she [sic] is not fat. Maybe, she missed the picture accompanying the BMI section. And the explanation of BMI not being a fast number. And it is not a sole health indicator. And the disclaimer where I am not a doctor.
Psssssst. I did not decide the guidelines. Let’s have a NOT list:
- My guidelines
- My idea of healthy
- My opinion
- My judgment call
I sent her a link list to the national health agencies of six countries. Idly wonders if she will spam the response.
Spam Bot Honorable Mention
Not to be outdone by those who take the time to hand write their hatemail, M3 has finally arrived in terms of the dreaded spam bots. On the post, Little Hemingway, the bot found a keyword which whispered sweet nothings to its spidery circuits.
That’s right, M3 Readers. M3 can now bring you a link to a website which peddles premature ejaculation pills. Since I know you all want to be able to prematurely ejaculate, please rush to your email client and let me know to send you the link.
I hope your week has been hatemail free & you have enjoyed this week’s edition of the Friday Follies! Hope you are at least somewhat interested in my return, even if I do not have the pills on hand!