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Most of the email that I get is complimentary. A very small portion of my email is abusive. Some tell me to go to hell, without explaining why. People who disagree with me sometimes swear at me, and tell me that I should not have a WWW page, and that I should not express opinions. Free speech is apparently something that these people do not believe in, except for them. It is impossible to take these people seriously, even if they may make some valid points. Here is one email (with slight censorship from me):
hello jim my name is RENZ and i have a couple of things to say about your home page . Personally i think your page sucks it is totally obnoxios and stupid now what the f*** are you trying to insinuate with your bull shit articles and horoscopes. Get a job and a life.
Remember that some of these emails are like stream-of-consciousness, which accounts for the typos and lack of capitalization. In my essay about Minnesota Fats, I claimed that Fats was not a particularly good pool player. And we hear from a Mr. B. Lazier:
you have to be the most ignorant prick to ever chalk a cue.tournement players on these new small tables aren't good enough to clean spit off the floors where fats shot the lights out !!!
Someone calling himself Ernest Rister sent me seven emails, apparently from a borrowed visitor account from pacbell.net. The first six were reasonable, the seventh was abusive. The first informed me that I had made a factual error in one of my articles. He ended by saying that he didn't expect me to make the correction, then quoted Hitler ("The bigger the lie, the more people will believe it."), and called me Adolph. Then followed three more fairly decent emails. He told me that "Sussmeier" should be spelled "Sussmayer." It turns out that it is spelled Sussmayr (actually Süssmayr with an umlaut); so we were both wrong. He also said that some of my essays were too short to be essays. Then he got somewhat condescending, addressing me with "No, no, my little cherub," before disagreeing with me, and asking me not to write about movies again. Here is his email about my essay on Fist Full Of Dollars and Last Man Standing:
The similarity of both movies shouldn't come as a shock, Professor (cough! cough!), since both films share the same source material. Its called the work of Akira Kurosawa. Its called "Yojimbo". Please look into it, soon, before you make any more of an ass out of yourself.
I was happy to receive this information. I have never called myself "Professor," by the way. Then his last email was amazingly insulting. He reproduced my entire article Gifted, which is about my painful struggles as a "gifted child," as such a situation is now called. In his copy of my article, he replaced every reference to me as "donkey" and inserted "shit" and "fecal matter" throughout the article. And he added his own sentences. Here are a few examples:
Some things came so easily. Donkey never practiced my trombone. But Donkey was very good, earning a place on the Barn Hall Of Fame at Columbia Falls Bar-D Hoe Down.
Donkey is as stupid as a field mouse, but unfortuantely for mass audiences, Donskey also has web access.
Imagine! Donkey's ideas being backwards! and incomplete! Later, Donkey would create his own website full of incomplete and backwards essays on movies, the Titanic, and lemmings in Disney films. Donkey considers renaming his webpage "Backwards and Incomplete with Jim Loy", but figgures it won't go well with the essays Donkey has written calling Donkey "gifted".
It should be easy to ignore this stuff, as being without substance. But selecting the sentences for this article still upsets me after all these months. I suppose this is the kind of person who could be a stalker. I can imagine him sending his "donkey" article to people throughout the Internet. I can imagine him hacking into my Internet provider and modifying my WWW pages. I complained to pacbell.net, and received a form email about abusive email.
This one is probably the result of one of my complaints in My Complaint Department. I considered asking this person about his/her bigotry. Again, I have censored this slightly:
I work in customer service and sales, you are our nightmare and headaches, think about how ridiculous you sound and shut the f*** up! You must be white, you spoiled bastard, count your f***ing blessings and do us all a favor by keeping this stupid ass shit to your self.
Also see Jane Doe and Her Clones.