Have your supporters, all that you can invent, send me an email from their actual ISP address. No hotmail, yahoo, gmail, bondage.com, or any of the other disposable garbage you use. And no fake emailers. A real ISP.
If I get them, I acknowledge they exist. If I don’t, I acknowledge that you fucking lie through your teeth. You’ve got a week. January 7, your time.
The deadline was yesterday. Not a single email from a single supporter. Not even a 'fuck you' from Ray or Mark or any of the many others.
Why? She has no supporters. She has no friends. She has only targets.
And, as always, the Stalker responded to this within a few hours, with her usual juvenile inanity, and with a logical fallacy. The burden of proof is on the one who claims a positive. You can't prove a negative. Read a book, Stalker Noel.
And yet again. In her third response she says that I have no impulse control. Just dripping with irony that I'm sure is hopelessly lost on her. After all, she just wrote three separate blog posts to tell me she "doesn't give a fuck."
And again, to inform me that my blog is a 'copycat.' She writes four responses to a single short blog post, and I'm copying her.
Eh well. What can you do. Some people seem to be allergic to reality, so any further drivel from the moron of Westfield will just be silently added to the website. So have fun, Noel. Maybe use the word 'retard' another 20 times. You seem to like that one, which says a lot about you.
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