Posted on | September 21, 2012 | 8 Comments
@wrightshumate If evil people don’t hate you, you’re not doing enough good. If crazy people don’t hate you, maybe you’re nuts.
— Robert Stacy McCain (@rsmccain) September 21, 2012
Ever had one of those Rodney Dangerfield days? Yeah, I’ve had about four consecutive months of them. It ain’t easy being me.
Because I had to move — thank you, Brett Kimberlin! — a check for money earned in July, which should have arrived earlier this month, got sent to the wrong address. Today, I’m trying to scrounge up enough cash to get on the road to Ohio to cover the Romney-Ryan bus tour, while constantly being attacked by a swarm of (a) leftist trolls and (b) misguided conservatives who can’t seem to comprehend the meaning of “social engineeering.”
Young people should be advised that if they ever achieve any small measure of success in their lives, they will be hated more for their achievements and virtues than for their faults and failures. Trying to keep focused on actual work under such conditions is extraordinarily difficult. It has taken tremendous effort to continue doing things that are positive and helpful, rather than constantly swatting back at certain people who seem to have decided that my services are of negligible value, so that I may be thrown under the bus — casually, at a whim — for refusing to abandon my friends.
What good would my friendship be, if I were not a loyal friend? And why would adults, who are certainly old enough to understand the value of morale to the success of any endeavor, go out of their way to demoralize me at a time like this? If this is not pure malicious spite, what is it?
“Experience keeps a hard school, but a fool will learn in no other,” Benjamin Franklin sagely advised, and you may inquire of Barrett Brown what lessons he learned on his road to self-destruction. You may write to him at this address:
Barrett Brown #45047177
Mansfield Law Enforcement Center
1601 Heritage Parkway
Mansfield, TX 76063
Tell Barrett I said “hi.” The misguided fool let himself be drawn into someone else’s quixotic delusion and drove himself insane.
I never hated him, but Barrett evidently decided three years ago that I would make a convenient target and, by the time he finished destroying himself, he had forgotten why he hated me.
It’s both humbling and scary to see things like that. God knows how tentative my own grip on sanity has been at times, and how lost I would be if not for God’s blessings, including readers whom I thank sincerely for your continued prayers and support,