HOUSTON -- Just when I think it can't get any stranger in the Blogosphere, it of course does do exactly that.
In my ongoing coverage of several blogs and bloggers during the last year, I have encountered some of the most peculiar people in the virtual world imaginable. Not the least of which is a Houston woman named Yappy who immigrated to the U.S. from Canada with her husband for him to work at an oil company. We will call him Mr. Yappy because that is how he referred to himself in his latest letter addressed to me.
Mr. Yappy reportedly is a former Canadian Mountie, and he likes to boast about his former military experience and his physical size. The letter posted on a blog that came to my attention this morning is at least the second communication I've had from him. This one didn't mention how big and strong he was, possibly because I previously pointed out to him that it sounded like he was threatening me.
The bottom line is that Mr. Yappy thinks I am out-of-line for defending myself against his wife's vicious attacks on my character that she posts on JoeyIsALittleKid.blogspot.com, which I've written about quite a bit. Yesterday, I updated a story about a lawsuit involving the blog's author, and it set off another round of verbal shots from the blog's virtual clubhouse. Mr. Yappy's letter subsequently was posted on the same blog.
During the past year or so Mrs. Yappy has accused me of driving my "longtime lover" to commit suicide after she apparently learned that I had found a close friend of mine of more than 40 years dead of a self-inflicted gunshot wound, of defending child molesters because of what I wrote about the trial of a blogger who was convicted of child sexual assault, of possibly being a child molester myself, of being an alcoholic, of being a "pathetic lonely old man" and just about every other insult you can imagine.
During our first encounter, her anti-gay rants such as "fruitcake" against me caused the blog hosting company Wordpress to shut down the blog. Later the blog author relaunched on Google, and they've apparently managed to train Yappy not to use anti-gay slurs. But they still enjoy making sly references about my sexual orientation.
I freely admit to losing my cool several times, and that I indeed did tell her off. She thinks I'm sick? I think she's sicker. So there you have it.
This is the most recent letter Mr. Yappy directed to me after Mrs. Yappy called me a "sicko," and I blasted back.:
"Mr. Webb, how awful your life must be. You must be so full of rage and anger to repeatedly attack people like Yappy in order to make yourself feel better. Must hurt so bad to look in the mirror and not see who you want everyone else to see when they look at you.
Reading the continuous garbage you post reminds me of a sadistic sociopath who goes out in a rage and attacks decent people in hopes that when they have reached their limit, they will strike back. Then you blame them for attacking you.
You are the complete opposite of Yappy (--I agree and thank God--), and I should know because I have lived with her for over 20 years. She is a beautiful person inside and out and has a heart of gold. She will not sit quietly and let the likes of you hurt and abuse her or other people. That's only one attribute that makes her beautiful.
You call her abusive yet your verbal attacks wreak of abuse. Go away and live your pathetic life, look for others to bash and abuse. Find another punching bag because your attacks on Yappy must end, yet you have no spine and morals so expecting you to change is hopeless.
Yappy doesn't need to be defended, she can handle herself quite well, but take it for what it's worth, this husband and ex-military MAN will always have her back.
As though that wasn't enough to wake up to, another blog poster had named about two dozen of my Facebook friends and urged everyone to send them derogatory messages about me saying that I enjoy attacking victims of child sexual abuse. I'm not sure exactly what to make of that tactic, but if anyone receives one of those messages I would sure like to see it. If anyone wants to defriend me in advance, I understand. I already deleted one of the people on the list because I know he can't handle it. These are not nice people by any stretch of the imagination, which is quickly obvious from what they write on the blog.
In the meantime, here is a little music show to go along with this read: