Bloggers Beware...

I was reading this and realized that I knew some of the names in this story.  I have been lucky, I have had no problems with anybody, but I figured that I would post this to spread the word.  I enjoy blogging , it gives me the opportunity to organize my thoughts and better explain my opinion.   I am always appreciative when somebody visits my little corner of the web and reads my various brain squeezings and touretts moments.

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Bloggers Beware – A Cautionary Tale

February 22, 2012

By Zilla

There is festering parasite clinging to the underbelly of the Dextrosphere…
Last summer when my friend, human rights activist Pamela Geller, and others in the counter-jihad movement were brutally blood libeled, I organized a show of support with my readers and fellow bloggers to let Pamela and the others know that they did not stand alone, and that people who were paying attention knew better than to believe the vicious lies that were being spread by leftist blogs, islamic supremacists, and the mainstream media.
While I was adding names to the list of people who wanted to publicly show their support for Pamela, I met some new people whose blogs I had not been familiar with before who asked to be added to the list (and because I was happy to see my friends get such support, I also added them to my blogroll). I have since become friends with and fans of many of these people who I had been unfamiliar with before, but there is one person among them who I wish I had known more about before hand because I would have avoided him like the plague had I known his history. The person I reference had hurt a lot of people before I knew him and he has since harmed others, which is why I am doing this post, as a public service, in the hopes of sparing other people from the damage that this person causes.
Last fall, I was checking out Google+ when I noticed a post on there that said “I am quitting blogging” or something to that effect. I am generally a friendly, compassionate, person and when I see someone down in the dumps, I usually try to help if I am able to, so I asked this person why he was quitting and was told that it is because he wasn’t getting any hits at his blog. I have enjoyed some modest success as a blogger not only because I relentlessly self-promote my work but also (and largely) because other bloggers have kindly linked to me and otherwise helped me out, so I thought I’d see what I could do to help that person because I hate to see someone stop doing something they love for lack of encouragement. I figured I would visit his blog and link to some of his posts from my own, so that he could benefit from some of the eyeballs that find their way to my place, but when I went there, I saw nothing I’d want to promote from my place, as his blog was filled with a bunch of bitterness and vitriol for other bloggers and he appeared to be the type of person who blames the whole world for whatever his life is lacking. Everything that did not go his way was somebody else’s fault.
Among other odd things, I saw a post complaining that Erick Erickson of RedState did not accept his submission for Erick’s “I am the 53%” project which was created to represent the 53% of Americans who pay income taxes to counter the meme of the #occupy squatters’ “I am the 99%” which is supposed to be about Americans who do not comprise the “1%” of the super-rich in this country. It is understandable why the submission wasn’t accepted, because the site shows letters from the “53%” who are people that work for a living and pay taxes, which the person whose letter was rejected does not – he has been unemployed and living in his mom’s basement for many years and pays no income taxes whatsoever.
I realized that I could not help this person and I moved on to other things. The next day, I saw him post something horrible in the comments section of a post at The Other McCain which prompted me to remove that person from my blogroll and avoid him as much as possible. Stacy was having a rough time, and while most of us offered words of comfort and support, one person decided to use Stacy’s misery as a chance to kick the man while he was down in a fit of epic douchebaggery. Here is the nasty comment, along with the responses from me and other friends of Stacy to such a vicious unprovoked attack (and where my friend Bob Belvedere was kind enough to let me know that this sort of nastiness was nothing new from

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