It would be irresponsible not to can't be.
Next, Part II of the Titanic epic: "Deignan Eaten by Crabs".
Host, host, host your blog
But mind you your IP
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, I'll
Expose identities.
Every night on my blog
I see you. I track you.
That is how I keep this going on.
Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You're IP shows you've logged on.
Near, far, wherever you are
I know that my suit will go on.
One more anonymous post
And you're here in my suit
And my suit will go on and on.
your
How embarrassing, in defense I'll say it was left over from a previous version of the line.
"He saved me-- in every way a blogger CAN be saved!"
Oh can't you see
You just libelled me?
And in your boots you'll quake
At every threat I make.
I did not spoof IPs
Only DHCP
I know what I'll do.
I'll show you who's who.
I'll be suing you.
your
How embarrassing, in defense I'll say it was left over from a previous version of the line.
Actually when I read the "you're" in that line I started laughing and thought it was intentional. It's a mistake Mr. Deignan seems to make astoundingly often.
I'm thinking, instead, of the scene in Crimson Tide where Denzel makes the decision to close the bilge bay doors, sacrficing 5 or so lives for the safety of the ship, even though he spends the rest of the movie actively defying orders from Gene Hackman. (or do I have that wrong?) I thought you meant that we should send P-Diddy down to the bilge bay for "maintenance" and then lock him out.
Alternatively, I'm thinking a lot about Mary J. Blige.
Where can you find *pleasure*,
search the world for *treasure*,
learn science, technology?
Where can you begin *to*
make your dreams all come true
on the land or on the sea?
Where can you learn *to* fly,
play sports or skindive,
study oceanography?
Sign up for the big band
or sit in the grand stand
when your team and others meet?
In the Navy!
Yes you can sail the 7 seas!
In the Navy! You can put your mind at ease!
In the Navy! Come on people, make a stand!
In the Navy! Can't you see we need a hand?
Let me sue, let me sue, let the litigation flow,
Let me reach, let me beach on my own pomposity.
Let me sue, let me sue, I'll send lawyers to your door,
Let me reach, let me beach far beyond my sanity
Rail away! Rail away! Rail away!
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered info theory,
Browsing weblogs, searching stores of ill-begotten lore;
From one I hosted for my thinking, suddenly there came a ringing,
As of some one gently pinging, pinging me with e-mail galore.
‘Tis some commenter,' I muttered, ‘pinging me with e-mail galore -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak November,
And Bitch readers wrought their arguments upon the comments floor.
Eagerly I wished to ban, one commenter gone out of hand
On a blog post on abortion - for his comments were a chore
That commenter named Deignan, Paul, whose spoofing comments were a chore -
Not to comment here for evermore.
And the silken rambling syntax of each e-mail in my inbox
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that to still my heart's fast beating, his words I stood repeating,
`Have you figured out that you have made a pretty big error yet?
I would like to offer you the chance to save yourself some professional embarrassment.
Thirty minutes until your reply, I must implore.'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Paul,' wrote I, `or Deignan, your threat carries no store;
The fact is to the blog I'm hosting, you came in with comments roasting,
Flaming, trolling, you came spoofing, spoofing your IP I'm sure,
Or so I thought, and thought it poor - as is my right
I banned you then, for ever more.'
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting Deignan's claims to out me, claims no reader dared before
About his case he had not spoken, and his weblog gave no token,
And the only clue that Paul was postin' was the whispered, `Libelor!'
This he posted, and in response to queries, `Libelor!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the comments turning, all my soul within me burning,
Therein the debate churning somewhat louder than before.
`For Christ's sake,' said I, `if suit he's bringing;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
‘Tis a Mineshaft wind and nothing more!'
Open here I did Explorer to the blog of my destroyer,
And there met a stately image from the saintly days of yore.
From the dubious choice in glasses; to the logic like molasses;
But, with mien of lord or lady, his steely gaze into the fore -
Posted there a bust of Deignan's grinning gaze into the fore -
Grinning, and gazing, and nothing more.
Then this stony face beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the snarky, stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though your suit is surely bullshit, you,' I said, `in public pushed it.
If a libel suit and trial's what you really have in store -
Tell me what your attorney's name is on the Night's Tom Hi/ldean shore!'
Quoth the Deignan, `Nevermore.'
(Sincere apologies for "libelor.")
Armsmasher, it's a good thing Poe is dead and his work in the public domain, that's all I'm sayin'.
re 11: I guess I'm too late to take credit for that. But in my defense I'd like to invoke this.
Pardon me if this is an obvious response, but I couldn't resist.
And having done that, I of course had to follow up with this.
We're following the Deignan train-wreck over at The Daily Idiot. You're all invited to come join in the festivities.
This comments thread is pure awesome.
I tried to leave a comment agreeing with his analogizing his blog posts with "baffling bilge" but I guess he's not allowing comments...