To Butch, Who Knows Who He Is
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I’m sure you’ve all noticed that we have a visitor here at the beauty shop who calls himself Butch. He always disagrees with us and has recently taken to POSTING COMMENTS IN ALL CAPS, you know, like a police report or, in the alternative, a crazy person.
I have a message for Butch:
Yo Sport,
I know you disagree with us and spend an exorbitant amount of time trying to be clever. You’re not clever. At all.
We got some rules around here. I do not mind that you disagree with me. That’s okay. What I mind is that you’re logging on and commenting from a Fort Bend County ip address. That means you’re reading my blog when you should be working for me. I also tracked down where you post from on the weekends and it’s very obvious that you are not a taxpayer in Fort Bend so wasting taxpayer money is not a concern of yours. At all.
There’s only one other person who has come on my website like you to defend Craig Brady and the sheriff’s office. She turned out to be a cousin of Brady’s wife logging on from a TARP bank while at work. She lied about even knowing Brady until I nailed her, and then she confessed in an email.
This afternoon, I tried to email you about something you wanted me to post that I did not understand. Palm trees? Sand boxes? What the tarnation was that about? But, I couldn’t email you because you gave a fake email address. I cannot contact you. At all.
It would be very easy to track down who you are by the name of the little town where you log in on the weekends. I am not going to do that right now. I am, however, blocking your posts from ever reaching me. But, fair warning: if you whine about me not letting you post, I will track you down and make you cry. A lot.
Love and Ain’t that just typical of Republicans.
Juanita