Blog Troll III: I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends

My beautiful, beautiful friends.

My beautiful, record-keeping friends.

This post today is to show you the faces of just a fraction of the friends and fellow bloggers that received terrible comments in their in-boxes from the same troll I did, and stepped up to help, when I asked.

They could have washed their hands of me, and of all of this, and I wouldn't have blamed them. But they did not. They didn't asked what would happen, or how this would pan out, or what more what might be required of them. They each gathered up those nasty comments and the corresponding IP addresses, and forwarded them to me, so that I could forward them to the investigator.

Here is my love Clint, my son Brian, and my mother. Here are friends that I love, and their spouses and their children.

We may have a local case against the guy because he made the mistake of harrassing too many people in one berg (3 violations = Felony), but this is bigger than a Champaign-Urbana issue.

My friends above, in no particular order, are also from New Orleans, LA; Deary, ID; Detroit, MI; Los Angeles, CA;  New York City, NY; Baltimore, MD; Beaumont, TX; and Panama.

These photos are only of me and my friends and family. I have to speculate: how many other women are there out there has he tried to shut down by going after in the same manner? I doubt very much I'm the only one.

If they are out there, I wish them luck, and better yet: A dozen or so friends that have so much faith in them that they'll take records, step up, sign papers, and ring a cowbell for their victory.


Here is another take on this, written by Boston Pobble, pictured above.