It’s tedious, really, to get threatening emails, especially when it becomes readily apparent the threatener is really clueless, and is no real threat at all.  Since the coward obviously is sending his or her little note from a anonymous account, I see no reason to repost it; as normally I’m a “point and laugh” kind of guy.

I’ve said this before, and I think it is time to repeat.  IRL, I’m a pretty private guy, and just because I get on the internet, it does not mean I am *less* so.  I’ve been using the net since ARPANet and USENET, so this ain’t my first rodeo.

Here’s a clue - I drop red herrings.  I give … inexact …information.  Do I live in Southern Indiana?  Maybe it’s Central - or Evansville area, or Cincy, or Louisville.  Maybe I am just outside the border.  I’m short on details, and what makes you think for a moment every detail I give you is quite right?  What are my Kid’s names?  Their S.O.s?  In fact, there are quite afew things which are not only inexact, but outright fabrications as far as identifying me goes.  My degrees when I have stated them are certainly NOT frpm the schools I said, because I don’t want some asshat looking me up through some Alumni list.

I do some writing under an assumed name.  How do you know - if you think you know my name - if this isn’t assumed as well?  One of the reasons writers write under an assumed name is this - how many times do you think Stephen King tries to go to dinner and winds up getting some turd asking “Can you lok at my book, Mr. King?”  He is a famous writer whose face is known.  I’m not - and as I said, I enjoy privacy.

(And I’d probably find it embarrassing if someone said “OMG! I read your ________!” to have to reply  “Heh …so you’re the one….”)

The list goes on.  I’m neither precise nor specific on some things because while YOU reading this may be a perfectly reasonable human being I might wanna have a beer with and shoot some pool with, the next one who is a YOU might be a raving psycho.  While I am well able to take care of myself, to be perfectly frank, I have better things to do with my life.

And I don’t want kids or friends or family dragged into anything by some internet stalker.  Fuck the fuckety fucking fuck out of that. I already have to deal with a couple people who have read my stuff on the internet in real life, unbeknownst that I am “THAT” Gonzman.  I can stream of consciousness shit here and pick it up and put it down as I will.  Even if people are fans, I don’t want my leg humped in real life, because I am a control freak about that.  Why do you think I have never taken on a co-blogger or anything?  Even my facebook page is not *QUITE* right.  Nor my MySpace, whatever remains of that.  And Bo don’t do Twitter at all.

At this point in my life, I do not want a public profile, which is why I have ultimately turned some things down in that vein.

There are some people who do know me and who I have communicated further with more personally, and it is because I can count on a measure of discretion, in my estimation.  Others - nothing personal, but I don’t *know* you, and while I recognize that the net as medium makes knowing someone difficult, it’s a dice roll.

Hell, for all you know I’m a serial killer and you have dodged a bullet, so please don’t take it personally if you have tried to approach and gotten the polite demur.

Back in the day, I did a different blog elsewhere, and did not follow these rules.  Me and mine got some fallout from that, and from those days I personally know or knew some people who got far worse.  So I’m leery of it, because at the moment, it is not where I want to be with my life.  Sometime later - maybe I will poke my head up.  Or not.  It’s not a “Never.”  But now it’s a “No.”

So, asshat, you go right ahead and bring it.  I hope you find the OTHER _________   __________ runs a homosexual crack house and they chain you in the fucking basement for their entertainment.