I've officially arrived. Today I received my first direct death threat from DM, which I have deleted as per my policy of deleting everything that dipshit posts on my blog.
Either way, I'm apparently going to die today.
Check back tomorrow for the exciting conclusion.
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You shouldn't have deleted it. You should have contacted the authorities. No one shuts up these cranks like the FBI. It's like they don't realize death threats are illegal and can land them in jail...
See, that's the joy of the internet. Nothing ever disappears.
I have the emails Blogger sends to me when I get a comment. I have the comments themselves sitting in my spam folder on the website. I also have the IP address up in Montreal that ol' Dennis used to post on my blog.
I'm sure the Royal Canadian Mounted Police still have his info on file from the time PZed reported him. And I'm sure the friendly Secret Service agents in the office downstairs would be happy to help me figure out who I can talk to, especially since there was that shooting up in McKinney the other day...
Fake Al Gore - The situation is complicated by the fact that DM is Canadian, and the Montreal Police apparently can't - or at least won't - do anything about him until he actually tries to hurt someone.
Meanwhile, Geds is in precisely the same danger of dying as I was two weeks ago, when he left a similar message for me. Or six months ago, when he gave us all our "final warning".
I'm still hoping that DM will get the help that he needs.
What, Jesus?
You know what's awesome about the internet?
That comment from 3:54 that DM left hasn't disappeared. I can tell you right now that it says, "michael mock - I am going to torture you then I am going to execute you..."
I'm adding it to the evidence pile.
Also, DM, go fuck yourself. Seriously. It's not amusing and I'm not going to stop doing what I do just because you're a deranged pissant with nothing better to do with your time.
Seriously? D'you mind forwarding that to me? (It'll be something to show the grandkids.)
I wonder what DM would do to me then?
I would like to think he would gently work my shaft into his mouth, savoring every last moment of its full flavor. He would bob up and down for a good while licking and slurping like a good boy. Then he would get his tasty treat. "There's nothing like man syrup," he would say begging for more.
So have we hit the part yet where DM pathetically explains that "we are talking about death of the soul"?
This makes two, DM, you lying little f*cker. Your word is as false as that of your false God.
*THE END OF DM!*
Athiests 1 DM 0!
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THE RUBBER DUCKY OF DEATH THREATS - DENNIS MARKUZE!
He is incapable of telling *REALITY* from his screwy *FANTASY LAND*.
I think I figured out why DM spends so much time worrying about James Randi, I think he wants James's DICK!!!
Michael:
I'd love to forward it to you. Then, some day when we're having a meeting of the People Threatened by Dennis Club we can read it and laugh and say, "Oh, that's just classic Dennis."
Fake Al Gore:
Um. Wow. Just...Wow.
Big A:
We got the part about souls at 8:13 this morning.
Also, nicely done. But next time see if you can't ramp up the crazy. It kinda feels like you're just mailing it in at the end there...
It's true. I kinda ran out of inspiration. I'll have to spend some time honing the crazy.
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