“It’s been a long time since I’ve said anything, but I think it’s time to break the silence. First, I knew nothing of your house until a few months ago,”
Two words. Bull and Shit.The very first words out of your moth are the typical lies the entire galaxy has come to recognize you for. Too many people have confirmed that you knew about my house when it happened, couldn’t stop cackling about it. And, even though the house has long since been rebuilt, here you are, denying it.
But, hey. Thanks for stopping by and supplying me with your latest IP.
“and I’ve had more going on than publishing or writing. You kinda ruined all that for me.”
Judging by the police reports and surveillance photos, we all have a pretty good idea what you’ve had going on. Or should I say ripping off? That’s more your style, isn’t it?
The only person that ruined “publishing” for you is YOU. If you could ever wrap your poor drug-addled brain around that, you might get somewhere. But you can’t. You can’t accept responsibility for what YOU did wrong. You can’t admit that YOU still owe authors royalties to this day, from as far back as Mystic Press. You can’t admit that YOU are at fault for the many terrible things you did to people that trusted you with their dreams, their hopes, and their hard work. They didn’t fail you. You failed them.
“I suppose no one has ever stopped and pondered the thought, that the reason I had no charges against me for the long list of fabulous lies conjured up by you all, is because it’s all bullshit.”
How stupid do you think people are? The only reason you had no charges against you was because you threatened them, both with your phoney magic bullshit or whatever man was handy – even if you had to make one up. Yet another lie that blew up in your face, just like the rest of them.
See, that’s the thing. To be a writer, you first have to be able to create a convincing fiction, one in which a reader can suspend belief and lose themselves for a time. You can’t even tell a convincing lie. Once upon a time, you were able to string people along with that sweet southern drawl and conforting platitudes, but those days are gone and buried. Now, you can’t even deny something as simple as knowing that my house burned down. Your decline would be sad if it weren’t so hard-earned.
It’s insulting that even now, long after you’ve been exposed for all of the crimes you committed against a myriad of people, you still try to victimize them by calling them liars for what YOU did to them.
I say TRY to victimize them, because you can’t anymore. They’ve outgrown you. In order to victimize people, you first have to have some power of ther them, and you don’t. They’ve moved on to much healthier things in their lives than you. Some have gone on to earn a good living in writing, despite what you did to them. Like my daughter. You remember her. She’s the one that got you on my radar after you scammed her, lied about it, and did your level best not to repay. You did eventually repay her, but there are still too many out there that will never see a dime from you.
But there is life after Tabetha Jones. Simpson. Whatever. Your prior
victims husbands and boyfriends have discovered that, and so have your former victims authors. My daughter, for example, is currently working as a journalist, doing something that you can only dream of doing: earning a living with words.
Suck on that the next time you think you’ve won a single victory over your victims.
One way or another yours and others got butt hurt,
didn’t like the end result of me not putting up with stupidity or whatever the case may have been, and that is all.
If I was that grand of a criminal why didn’t I go to jail? Why did nothing but this sorry site come to be?
The only reason you never went to jail is twofold. First, the amounts you scammed people off for were sums too low to qualify for the legal attention you deserved. And Second, people were so badly abused by you that they were simply too sick of you to deal with you anymore. They were too far removed from you geographically to be able to travel to where you lived and follow through with charges.
You would have been in front of a judge back then if my daughter had followed through. We’re just close enough that she could have driven over and pressed charges personally. I would have gladly come with her. Hell, I’d have rented her a limo for the ride, just to see you in front of a judge. But, unlike you, she works for a living and couldn’t afford to take the time off. We can’t all lay around on our butts all day expecting the world to revolve around us. Out here in the real (sober) world, people work for their money. Try it sometime. I won’t say you might like it, but at least it would finally be an honest living.
Hey. I hear there’s a military base nearby. Maybe you could try selling pizzas to hungry soldiers. How hard could that be?
Besides, you did get charged, didn’t you? Not for what you did to authors, but for a different kind of theft, one more tangible. What was it, again? Renting a computer then claiming to the company that it was stolen? I wonder how something like that would be discovered. I wonder if a theif would be stupid (stoned?) enough to have the “stolen” merchandise sitting out in plain view when an officer came to take a report? That would be hilarious, wouldn’t it? Only a true moron would be that incredibly dumb.
And, judging by those surprisingly clear ATM photos, those might not be the only charges you face in your near future, are they? You were smiling for the camera, but somehow I don’t think you’re going to get the last laugh out of that one.
On a different note, sorry to hear about your house, but karma may be a slow moving train, but she destroys everything eventually to those that deserve.
“Kisses from the Simpsons”
Keep smiling, sugar. Keep telling yourself that everybody in the world is wrong but you. Keep blaming everybody but yourself for whatever’s wrong with your life. Keep doing what you do and see where that gets you.
Or, better yet, just fuck off.