Wednesday, May 14, 2014

order, ordure, ordeal... or not

Once again I have returned home after a tough day grinding out the research needed thanks to the barrage of posts my client keeps posting in violation of Judge Flappe's February 18, 2014 Order, and what was waiting for me in the mailbox but yet another order from Judge Flappe.

This one is similar to the last one, and requires re-activation of yet another affiliate blog.

You can thank Judge Flappe for this. Be sure to read the whole series, otherwise you won't be fully informed.

Walt Greenglen's blog, feygaleh scheisster

13 comments:

diane! and I'm tough! said...

You say that it's Walt Greenglen's blog, but everywhere you look the posts say they were submitted by Chet Redweld.

This just proves that Oxy writes everything.

That blog is sick. Homophobia oozes from every pore. What kind of sick Nazi are you, anyway?

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO jealous of Tarzie, honestly.

Chet Redweld said...

Apparently you never read this relevant post:

http://pezcandy.blogspot.com/2014/02/you-got-your-orders.html

The entire cluster of blogs was put under my control, pursuant to that Order. When I assumed control, all of the blogs were changed to read as though I were the author, and the change was fully retrospective.

Don't you feel embarrassed when you act superior and better-informed and corrective, and then realize you were dead wrong?

diane! and I'm tough! said...

NO. BECAUSE YOU ARE CORPORATE.

BroTarzie, Whore of MENSA said...

Oh shit.

That's where I stole all my ideas for my Big Conversion, which I presented as the product of my own genius insights.

You need to die in a fire before you embarrass me further, especially if you're not going to agree to be my lover or, at the very least, my fuck buddy.

Chet Redweld said...

Oh, I forgot. I'm "in the closet," right Tarzie?

I suppose that doesn't matter -- you'll just rape me even if I have no interest in gay sex generally, sex with you, or any positive affiliation with you, however momentary.

That's Tarzie for ya. A walking 3-inch erection, looking for a hole to come in.

Lewis S. Lyspe, Esq. said...

Redweld, I can't believe you just posted that.

Your client, I expect it from.

When you do it, it opens you to being named as a defendant, which would mean you could not represent Caidagh or the blogs any longer.

I'm not sure whether that would help my argument to add you as a defendant, but be aware that it's now an active possibility, thanks to your comment just above.

We've always suspected you were a homophobe and were chosen as counsel for that reason. But you've just confirmed it yourself.

Thanks. Are you ready to settle yet?

Chet Redweld said...

I'm a "homophobe" for satirizing an internet construct who doesn't actually exist in meatspace?

You have such interesting quasi-legal theories, Lyspe.

I suppose you will do whatever you feel you must do.

BroTarzie, Whore of MENSA said...

I'm not just some internet construct, you jealous closet case.

I'm a real, live, brilliant, savvy, life-loving, penis-adoring proud gay man. I am out and proud.

That's why I hide behind "Tarzie." Because I'm proud, and I'm out.

Why are you still in the closet?

Terry Blieboreng said...

Plenty of us out-n-proud gay geniuses hide behind internet aliases.

Being out and proud doesn't mean you admit who you are, or that you are gay. It only means you say you're out and proud, and that you spend a lot of time accusing others of being homophobes.

You're incredibly tedious, did you know that?

Fred le Boor said...

I’m a doctoral student studying rhetoric and composition at Purdue University. Rhetoric and composition is a subfield within English, dedicated to the study of writing and argument. Rhetoric and composition straddles the line between the social sciences and the humanities. The focus on rhetoric concerns argument, persuasion, and discourse. The focus on composition concerns writing as an empirical phenomenon, how it exists as product and as process.

Chet Redweld said...

That's very interesting, Fred.

I suppose all that goes out the window when it comes time to run around the internet under a fake identity, pretending to be the Gay Crusader who "rhetorically" wins snark battles on twitter and blogs under yet a 4th identity which brags on eating cock and tonguing assholes when it's not fluffing US expats who moved to Brazil to become Porn Barons.

A true prince of rhetoric, that man is. Because, y'know, rhetorical skill is displayed through duplicity, lying exaggeration, and empty but cocksure vituperative accusations of bigotry.

Good luck on the Pee Aitch Dee, grinderman.

Fred le Boor said...

I have no idea what you are talking about. I am a serious scholar of rhetoric and a very high-minded, firmly principled academic in training. I have never been anyone other than Fred le Boor on the internet, and anyone who says otherwise is probably one of those unfortunate proto-scholars who didn't get accepted to the PhD program in rhetoric.

In truth, I don't appreciate finding my name mentioned and blog linked at an ill-conceived and misguided web outpost such as this blog. I did nothing to offend or otherwise bother you. I'm just a humble PhD candidate, working to better understand rhetoric.

I would never waste my time engaging in twitter battles comprised of snark related to anything. Snark is for people who have no rhetorical skill. It's subhuman, actually. None of us academics uses snark, we're far too refined intellectually for such plebeian devices.

If I have a point to make, you will know it. It will arrive in a 5,000 word (min) essay with an impressive number of rare words that you'll have to look up, and a formidable display of inside-the-academy jargon which will mark me, and my work product with the indelible character of serious scholarship.

It's a very elevated field, that of rhetoric. So I am not surprised you don't understand it yourself, and can't really fathom what I'm doing.

Perhaps you'd like to hire me as a tutor? It's only $500/hour.

Cute Beagle in a Backpack said...

I see Freddie is again imitating me on several planes. But he'll never get a novel published like I did.

Fred old chum, don't you know that inhabiting 15 differently-named-but -same-perspective sock puppets is how I learned to create different characters for my Brilliant Novel of Debauchery & Ideas?

We did have such fun at SMBIVA, though -- didn't we?

I'm sorry we couldn't have that last little fuck, Freddie. Some day soon, when my book tour is over. I promise.