More from the Sense Shredder...
“Well, well! Aren't we an egomaniac! The burden of proof is on you my dear, you better check your blog and make sure ALL of it is true and not a shred of it is false. Oh, that's right, you don't have time to check facts before spewing your bile about other people. That would be too inconvenient.
Well obviously no one has to 'shit all over' your career -- I can tell you do a good job on your own. Keep up the great 'work' and please do keep on writing about anyone you want -- it's amusing to watch someone go to such great lengths to fuck themselves.”
The “my dear“ line suddenly suggests that Sense Shredder might be Kimberly Lucas?
I'm not really in a snarky mood tonight, Sense Shredder. Instead, I want to be clear with you, as to what's going on here.
About 8 months ago, I wrote a blog post about an experience I had at a Chilis restaurant, involving Mark Richtermeyer. I have worked at the same company as Mark, I have had conversations with him, I have seen him give speeches in front of people, I have heard other people's opinions of him, and heard them recount their interactions with him. I don't really like Mark very much. I don't know him all that well, but to what extent I do, I have chosen to judge him in a predominantly negative fashion. I don't claim to have deep insight into Mark's inner workings, or a transparent vision into his soul. I know him very casually, and thus my dislike for him is very casual. I have every right to recount my opinions, as well as the facts they are based on, in my own blog. To my knowledge, I have not authored a single falsehood with regards to Mark Richtermeyer, and would not do so intentionally.
You came to my blog, and you felt it appropriate to threaten me with legal action, in an attempt to silence me. I take freedom very seriously. I take the Bill of Rights very seriously. And I think that excessive litigation is a very serious threat to the integrity of this nation. All that being the case, I consider it the height of idiocy and recklessness to attempt to silence somebody via legal intimidation. Your attempts presume that I am both an idiot and a coward. If you expected a kind response from me, I'd urge you to check and make sure you didn't lose that last shred of sense you're so proud of.
I have a right to have an opinion about somebody I've met, and I have a right to publish it on my blog. You have the right to disagree with me, and think me an asshole as a result. Blog how stupid you think I am. It's your right. But let's not forget who's who here. You're the one who came to MY blog, and started tossing around threats. You're the one who tried to tell ME what I can and cannot say. You're the egomaniac here, presuming to have dominion over my thoughts and words. You're the one who talks about facts, but can't name a single fact I got wrong. You're the one who keeps trying to intimidate me, via legal threats, or implications that I'm somehow sabotaging my career by talking about a “big player” like Mark Richtermeyer.
Your words do not descend from a position of authority. You're simply fighting a dirty fight against somebody who had the audacity not to like your boss, and you're not even winning. Had you come here and said “hello, I'm a friend of Mark's and I think you're being unfair to him. He's a good guy, and I hate to think a client could come here and see this misrepresentation of him. Please take it down.” In that case, honestly, I might have done it. I don't want to hurt anybody's business. I do this blog mostly for my circle of friends, and as much as I can't think of a reason to like Mark Richtermeyer, I wish him the best of luck in business. I hope he's providing quality IT services throughout Colorado. Good IT experiences build trust for everyone in the business. But you didn't come to me with a polite request, you came to me with empty threats, and childish insults. So fuck you, and fuck your threats. I'm not taking shit down, and I don't feel poorly for having an opinion.
What is your point, Sense Shredder? Are you just so petty and angry, you can't stop shrieking at me for not wanting to fuck your boss as bad as you do? I met the guy, I didn't like him, then I ran into him at a Chilis, and was reminded of that. I blogged it. You want to bring in the courts, and threats of career destruction, and all this drama. How fucked up is your perspective, my dear? Sit the fuck down, shut the fuck up. You've proven you're Mark's little soldier. No more fighting to be done. Take a Xanax, knock it back with a gin and tonic, set the shower massage to masturbate, and forget all about it.