Dear Deranged...

I have to say something. It's mean, but it's dead on. If you are familiar with Rob Kailey's oevure, you know he only has three modes of emotion, and they're readily apparent in his blogging.

1) gushing infatuation and crush-blog post excess,

2) deranged, nearly psychopathic anger and viciousness when either he or the current object of his borderline personality disorder fixation is threatened;

3) dark, dark blues of deep depression, when his posts become brief, shrill, disbelieving, and sounding notes of despairing futility.

He had been in Mode 1 previously. Now he's trying to rally some Mode 2, but mostly he exists in Mode 3, like most other underachieving former Dungeons and Dragons aficionados who now spend their days and evenings chasing bar patrons out of their front yard. Pure man-child.

So, having mentioned him for the LAST time on this blog I'll now ask a simple question. Whatever proof this pissant has (and that other, lesser, nutroots blogger...the one with that less than "gold plated insurance plan" at SRI International in Helena) that I'm a racist would be welcome in a phase of a little legal action that's in the works. It's not a pro se action in a small claims court in Gallatin County, as had been threatened against him previously, but is rather planned to be a full court press using every penny at my disposal (which some of you may know...and I don't mind saying... is substantial and endless), and is meant to cause the maximum amount of damage whatever the cost to me personally. It's really every lawyer's dream case. A client with an endless supply of money and an axe to grind for as long as it takes to destroy his opponent. Cha ching!

Just please do me the favor of letting me know if you're retained an attorney, or if not, who is accepting service for you. The fine and unsuspecting folks at Typepad will be contacted seperately.

Game on.

Mike