I got an accusatory *Anonymous* comment on my blog yesterday morning. No, it wasn't one of those horribly misspelled and convoluted messages touting offshore casinos or Viagra. [To those drug pimps? Dude, have you not been paying attention that I'm losing my health insurance? I can't afford any pills, particularly ones that aren't subsidized by Big Pharms with their kickbacks to the evil-doers who are in the health insurance industry.]
No, this came from someone whom I had recently offended with all my rants about school closings and the lies we tell each other and the tales we spread about each other and my elitist, racist, self-centeredness. You know, middle school stuff.
*Anonymous* ripped me for my rant against the Realtor (TM) who emailed parents asking them to lie on a survey as one possible means of sticking it to the man...er, the school district.
"Isn't free speech great? Although I'd like to remind you that they [sic] elder kids attend a program improvement school, but so is the whole district. But if you had all the facts on the 'loser' schools you'd know that. It is nice to see that you are showing your kids it is ok to use the internet to bash people. I've read some of your posts in the past and have noticed that, I guess internet bullying is not an issue in your house."
What could I possibly say to that? I mean, what could I say? Nothing, right?
So, yeah, I found out who it was. [Dur. Can you say "invisible web tracker"?]
And I posted a comment on the blog post:
"Yes, Anonymous, free speech is great. You know what else is great? Knowing where Anonymous commenters come from. I guess I should start being more selective about whom I 'friend' on Facebook, eh?
As for Internet bullying, you're barking up the wrong tree. I don't name names. If I were really a bully, I'd be naming yours."
That felt strangely satisfying. In a Bully McBully type way.
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