I so I got hate mail from Amy J Restad (every1bcalm) today. I thought about posting it here, but it’s Christmas and the lengthy letter is full of vitriol. She has all sorts of things to say about the dead sister, and how all of you here are simply me, making up fake commenters. And it is really all quite insane.
Just to refresh your memory, I was away for two days getting a minor surgical procedure and when I returned home, all hell had broken loose because TeeCee told someone to die in a fire. How it went from that to all sorts of strange allegations is still a mystery to me.
What is clear to me after reading some of the things others sent me today is that Amy, and Elizabeth (FiveCatsOwnMe) are very unhappy people. I reviewed some email interactions with Amy today. She has always been pitiful. Each one is about why she shouldn’t post on the site because she hates Kenya Moore and she is frustrated with me for liking her. These were usually followed up with donations to the site. Usually she would suggest I buy champagne and put sherbet in it. Because apparently she likes that. She would also complain about buying Kenya Moore hair care products and the delays in receiving the product. I know what you are thinking, she hates Kenya so she decides to by her shampoos?
The more I read, the sadder her situation appeared. I’d never looked at all of her contacts as a whole before.
Someone sent me a link to her Facebook page on parathyroid disease. That was just the last straw. She is on Facebook talking to literally no one about her supposed health issues. Her latest claim is she has thyroid cancer. She is also donating to all sorts of people on the Internet. It seems weird to me that someone with her health concerns would be funding other people with actual health issues. It occurred to me that her donations were just to get attention. It’s all very sad.
Elizabeth is a similarly sad person. I popped FiveCatsOwnMe into google and countless links came back. All of them were to this site. She used to post here A LOT. It looks like now she is posting at The Basket of Deplorables site. A LOT. Clearly she is hurt that she has lost her home here.
The interesting thing is the other site is run by a millennial named Allie from Kalamazoo Michigan. She’s on some sort of nine-year plan to get an undergraduate degree while being a nanny to pay for school. She will not be into hosting the sad sack old ladies and hearing about their health issues for long. Trust me when I say they drain the life right out of you. Eventually, they will have to find a new place to move on to.
I’ve always had an issue with what I call the asskissery around here. I find it unsettling that I somehow have people who are so invested with me. Clearly, at some point I manage to fall off that pedestal, even when I am communing with Michael Jackson on propofol. 🙂
At any rate. Elizabeth’s IP provider gets an automatic email every time she tries to hack the site. She really can’t actually get in to the site, and if she continues to generate the emails to her IP she will be off the Internet Provider that she uses. I hope she just stops. Not because it does anything to me, but because clearly, she needs the Internet as an outlet.
Amy has a place to talk about her illnesses and how the doctors don’t believe her Google diagnosis so they must all be quacks.
And we have a nice quieter, less morbid site to post on.
So in the spirit of Christmas, I choose to forgive them all for their vile attacks. I honestly thought they would get straight back to the business of complaining about their miserable lives, but here, a full month later, it’s all about me. So let them post my address, speak ill of the dead, and defame my character all they would like. I’m going to get back to watching Christmas movies and enjoying the beautiful white poinsettia my living sister sent me and enjoy my Christmas night.
And while you are all free to gawk at the train wreck that is The Basket of Deplorables, I’d like to ask that you give me the Christmas gift of not emailing me whatever horrible behavior they exhibit next. It one of them decides to don some Depends and head this way in a homicidal rage, I have the guns and the ammo to handle the situation. Otherwise, they can just stew in their own evil juices.
I am now going to rejoin my Christmas activities already in progress. Apologies for interrupting yours with this nonsense.