I have to apologize for that post. I have a friend, a full blooded Native American (he hates when I call him that), who stopped by for a visit on his way back to Florida from Kentucky. He shows his affection by posting horrendous things about me at every site he finds me listed on, signing me up to various sites I'd rather not be affiliated with, resetting my home page to something Homeland Security probably flags me for, and in general creating a bubble of chaos that lingers around me long after he's gone to annoy someone else. Still, the rotten bastiche is more fun than a deadlocked political convention, and maybe you can choose your acquaintances, but your real friends are hard-wired genetically-chosen matches. That message about stomping me and several interesting variations were scattered across the web. I think I've eliminated all of them. Like I said, if anyone is offended, I'm to blame. This one is mild compared to what was posted on my blog. He USED to have author status. Some of those were really funny, but I spent a morning answering emails from fellow writers who knowing my hedonistic tendencies, were concerned I'd finally crossed the wrong organization.
“E=Mc2, Sigler=MoRe CarNage 4 U."