And small. Anybody [ooops, link fixed] who is anybody has been attacked by that crazy woman. Me? No way. No cease and desist letters. No trolling after any of my posts. Silence, deafening silence. You just know you are a non-entity when that batshit crazy bitch doesn’t even know you exist.
See what I mean? Now this really hurts. He’s so right. That’s why it hurts.
“Emily Zanotti is a goddess. I don’t know who she is, but I love her. She is wonderful. Emily Zanotti, Emily Zanotti, EMILY ZANOTTI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Come on google, pick up on the name Emily Zanotti! Google don’t fail me now!
Lord knows I’ve tried to insult her and to goad her into attacking me. See, e.g., “Debbie Schlussel = Yiddish for ‘Dumb Bitch’” and “Sean Hannity’s ‘Freedom Alliance’ a scam? No, apparently Debbie Schlussel is just BATSHIT CRAZY!” Her silence is deafening. It is proof positive that this blog is a little, no account blog that is a spec on the ass of a flea on a hair on a bull elephant’s testicle in the blogosphere. And it really, really bugs me that I can’t piss off that crazy bitch.
Makes me think of the old song, “We take all kinda pills to give us all kinds of thrills, but the thrill we’ll never know, is the thrill that’ll hit ya when you get a cease and desist from that looney Debbie Schlussel… ”
I know people like Debbie. I understand them. And I, in a perverse way, love tangling with them. I’m just crazy enough to take her on. Hell, I’d enjoy it. I want your attention. I would covet your crazy attacks. Come on, Ms. Lunatic, make my day.
Love and kisses, John Doe