New So what's this about getting your "uncle" "court marshaled"
@Null
Did I miss something last year? I remember them finding some random they thought was your uncle.
It's safe to mention this now.
I took down the site because of my uncle specifically. He was 19 years into a 20 year retirement and had the most combat flight hours in Operation Iraqi Freedom, something like 4000 hours flying over a desert with body parts in the back. My aunt is a lawyer, she could sort herself out. My mom is creative, she can sort herself out. My grandfather is a paranoid lunatic veteran with a genuine bloodlust from burning so many vietamese alive, and anyone trying to fuck with him would probably rather be dead by the end of it. They all had their own mechanisms to help themselves, but my uncle in particular was constrained by the emotional, irrational constraints of the military.
My fear was that, despite all the things I love about this website and its community and the immense value it holds to so many people, the incalculable cosmic loss that would be done instantaneously by having someone literally months within retirement receive an 'Other than Honorable' discharge over fucking Vordrak could not measure out. So, the site went down.
I changed my mind soon after for a combination of reasons.
1. I had given my Google Voice and Gmail address out at the end of the letter for people to get in touch. Many did. I woke up heartbroke the morning after to hundreds of emails and dozens of voice messages. I assure you, if you sent something after the site went down, I read it and heard it.
2. During the time the site was down, none of these 'family members' who thought it was so imperative to guilt trip me the days and weeks leading up to it had felt it imperative to keep in touch, perhaps offer gratitude or support, the second it went down.
3. Vordrak had poisoned the well of his own efforts by blog posting about wanting the database so he could hunt down individual forum members and harass them individually, probably starting with Ginger Piglet because he's a creepy fuckhead rapist who hates that a woman is more successful than him in every imaginable way. When I told him via email if he ever posited that unimaginably arrogant, pretentious bullshit to me again I would bring the site back up fucking immediately, he fucked off, but it was too late. His goons were off the leash and he couldn't reel them back in. They got what they wanted, so now they wanted the database. Good going, Samuel Collingwood Smith of Hertfordshire, England (purported paedophile, definite stalker and insane person).
4. I actually went to one session of therapy. The therapist asked questions to get to know me, but had one good question I couldn't answer. A
profound question that I didn't expect from talking to a fuckin liberal.
"What," he asked, "is the ideal
you?"
Well gosh. I hadn't ever thought about that. It took me all weekend to figure it out.
Ideal Me probably had a intimidatingly massive cock I could whip out on Chat Roulette and scare women with. Ideal Me probably was fit and super sexy, of course. Ideal Me probably had lots of money. Oh. And Ideal Me had his
fucking forum back.
So I did. I decided I had picked the wrong team, absolutely everyone can go fuck themselves, and if you arrogant self-centered little kikes lose your shit over me minding my own bidness and doin nuffin, so fucking be it. I never knew any of you anyways.
How
this person knows the story about my Uncle, I actually don't know. I've only told that story maybe once or twice. It has to be someone who follows me very, very closely. Someone fat. And ugly. With a small dick barely suited for the children he lusts after. And possibly early onset dementia that cradles his impotent outrage which is the very fuel of his bitter, pathetic, lonely life. No idea who though.
