From Delray Beach, Florida come these drunken missives:
| realtor 76.109.133.44 |
Submitted on 2009/03/21 at 1:40am
there will soon be a complaint filed with the board of realtors, regarding your disinformation about real estate in greenwich. |
Who said I was infallible? |
| a 76.109.133.44 |
Submitted on 2009/03/21 at 1:37am
you are all a bunch of a**h****s. f***k you chris fountain, if i see you see you around, g-d have mercy on you, you f*****g piece of s**t. get a life scumbag. print this you f*****g degenerate washed out real estate broker. you and your readers are jealous that your houses aren’t selling. [edited for clarity by CF] |
For What It's Worth 
…. you just have to love (well, pity is probably a better word) a little weasel like this. In real life he (or she) can’t even look one in the eyes I’m sure. But give them an (semi) anonymous platform and they turn into weasels on steroids.
Anyway, in this day and age I suggest you take this threat seriously and have the police investigate. If the IP address (or even just their ISP) is across state lines the FBI will swoop in.
Keep up the good work!
A friend.
Did someone forget to take their medications?
Well, Gmail offers a “drunk barrier” for users of its service where, if you want to send an email after midnight, you first have to complete a simple math problem to prove you aren’t drunk. I think the writer might want to switch email providers to take advantage of this option.
Looks like you’ve joined the hot seat with Obama. What great company!
This is why I ❤ WordPress!
You just joined the ranks of targeted AIG employees….
you better take up stanwich’s offer from some time ago offering bodyguards or something to that effect.
Don’t let this stuff bother you, my friend. Like the old saying goes, when you are on top, they try and knock you down. At the top of what, I have no idea, just thought I would throw that out there.
Enough about you already. I have to admit, being cramped up in this 42 room beachfront with Monica for so long is starting to get stressfull. Thank God for Basils. That guy can mix a mean one.
Anyway, Monica has been driving me NUTS that she wants to BBQ shrimp on the veranda. I say fine, have one of the cooks whip it up. She says they can’t do it, it always tastes better when I do the cooking. Monica is never happy with the help. But she has to deal with that, not me.
So anyway, I tell her ok, I will do the BBQ. And then I read this:
http://www.kirotv.com/money/18952162/detail.html
Paranoid? I think not.
Anyway, off to brunch!!!
Your Pal,
Walt
This is not a nice man- I have had some dealings with him in the past, and this example is right in character.
CF wrote:
“Well, Gmail offers a “drunk barrier” for users of its service where, if you want to send an email after midnight, you first have to complete a simple math problem to prove you aren’t drunk. I think the writer might want to switch email providers to take advantage of this option.”
love it. how about a breathalyzer to use a computer?
being young and poor isn’t so bad
Idiot had to be drunk . . . he forgot to play the anti-semite card.