Rich Engle

Brant, Of course she did. She also read PARC. And she liked it. Valliant, with all his warped scholarship and reasoning, merits her praise. Michael True. Ain't that something?

I doubt if Wendy wrote TRW for money. She wrote it to boost her reputation, at my expense. In going after the latter instead of the former, I am depriving Wendy of something far more important to her than money. Ghs And that's what I like, because it is just. How fucked up is it to peel someone else's work for the purpose of bolstering how you feel about yourself? Head=bad wiring. And then to send in unqualified, minor demons for doing the triage. This is the kind of girl you run from. I dated a chick like that once, and before you knew it I was living in a very sleazy, dangerous motel room and most of my shit was gone. Good times! Great fodder for writing projects! Yes! Unsuspected health problems? If she didn't, she will start now. The way this is going, she'll go for her morning tea and realize one of her ears fell off in the sink. The winds of shit, Wendy. The winds of shit. rde Ding, dong, the witch is dead (?) rde

One way or another, these anonymous lunkheads do their retarded doings. What drives them, a man might ask? Misplaced loyalty? Pussy (ack) ? The point is, something, someone, is driving them. Him. What the fucq ever. I think it is pretty sad when you are so pushed into defending someone's honour<tm> that you are willing to display Anonymous Multiple Personality Web Disorder (AMPWD) during your struggle. The Mitchell blast was so savage, but at the same time, so weak. It reeks of erectile dysfunction. See, if you are a Man, you have it Going On. If you have it Going On, then you are too busy for these limp-dick sorts of gestures. This is the type of person that, instead of buying halfway-decent fireworks for July 4th, runs around with sparklers. "Ooooh! Look at me! I'm a tornado!" rde

According to one source, Prometheus Books has an estimated annual revenue of $10 to $20 million. George stated previously (#120868) that one of their attorneys acknowledged the apparent plagiarism years ago but they did nothing about it. If they have continued to publish subsequent editions since that time, the case would seem to be fairly strong. Yeah, but revenue isn't the same thing as net income, you can easily have $10M in revenue, but still have negative capital and no assets. I wonder what the statute of limitations is on GHS's case, should he have a change of heart following another of these apparent libels (now the wife beating one). If I'm not mistaken, George has always said he wanted this tried in the court of public opinion. I understand that logic, because, for one thing, it flushes out the douche bags very quickly. And that is exactly what we're seeing. Douche bags. Weak, indignant, backsliding douche-bags. It would be nice if this could be about money, and someday it even might be, but that is not the point, if I understand GHS correctly. rde Run Their Asses Up The Flagpole

Indeed. Well, my sport is hockey, which is pretty much a blabfest the whole season long. I wasn't talking about tears from the combatants however, but misogyny among the spectators/ I'm equal opportunity, as far as assholes go.

Richard's behavior will hurt him a lot more than it will hurt me. And unless we get a credible denial by Brad stating that neither he nor Wendy had anything to do with Richard's appearances on OL, then their repuatation, such as it was, will be shot to hell. An innocent person does not stoop to this kind of lowlife tactic. Rather it has "I'm guilty as hell" written all over it. What gets me is how moronic all this is. Assuming that Brendy is behind all this, this tactic will do nothing more than make them look like creeps. As junkies go, Richard was a pretty stable guy when I knew him during the early 1990s. But he has obviously gone off the deep end. Ghs It is always pathetic when people who have a narrow grasp of technology, and/or have abandoned it for awhile, suddenly decide to mount and hold forth. I think it is along the lines of something MSK used to call "proclaiming." And this is not even decent "proclaiming," in that it is of the more sordid, crude, ignorant variety. <---hey, isn't that how fuck-sticks write on a good day? You are right, GHS, in that it gives one pause to think (enough for a Kleenex, at least, due to mucus buildup): Why would someone fall on the sword like that? In this case, a sword made out of fucking bacon, or something. O, the Moral Outrage<tm>! The only times I have ever seen someone do something this stupid and pathetic is over a chick. You'll do anything once you are in Bat Country, with the scent in your nostrils. In this case, a scent that most likely smells like the inside of a fucking coffin. <---find the quote. Yeah. Jazz it up, Mitchell. Lay down the heat. Watch your wiener shrivel. rde Oh, yeah. rde, watch your mouth. I get it, you are supporting and defending George, as are all his friends here. His stupid and cowardly enemies have hit at him through the irrelevant avenues of his sexuality and alleged past misconduct, and you are hitting back at them in kind. But enough with the misogyny. Your own wife will one day have a wrinkled pussy (as if they aren't all wrinkled to start with, maybe you hadn't noticed), and not appreciate such casual dismissal of it from men in general. Sorry, but there is no crying in baseball. rde

Did you happen to read my brief comment in this post? http://www.objectivi...ndpost&p=137488 Ghs Yeah, sure did. I'm not missing a beat on this one, due to the high asshole-factor, I s'pose. rde Wondering if Netflix has "The Prime of Miss Jean Brody" around

Richard's behavior will hurt him a lot more than it will hurt me. And unless we get a credible denial by Brad stating that neither he nor Wendy had anything to do with Richard's appearances on OL, then their repuatation, such as it was, will be shot to hell. An innocent person does not stoop to this kind of lowlife tactic. Rather it has "I'm guilty as hell" written all over it. What gets me is how moronic all this is. Assuming that Brendy is behind all this, this tactic will do nothing more than make them look like creeps. As junkies go, Richard was a pretty stable guy when I knew him during the early 1990s. But he has obviously gone off the deep end. Ghs It is always pathetic when people who have a narrow grasp of technology, and/or have abandoned it for awhile, suddenly decide to mount and hold forth. I think it is along the lines of something MSK used to call "proclaiming." And this is not even decent "proclaiming," in that it is of the more sordid, crude, ignorant variety. <---hey, isn't that how fuck-sticks write on a good day? You are right, GHS, in that it gives one pause to think (enough for a Kleenex, at least, due to mucus buildup): Why would someone fall on the sword like that? In this case, a sword made out of fucking bacon, or something. O, the Moral Outrage<tm>! The only times I have ever seen someone do something this stupid and pathetic is over a chick. You'll do anything once you are in Bat Country, with the scent in your nostrils. In this case, a scent that most likely smells like the inside of a fucking coffin. <---find the quote. Yeah. Jazz it up, Mitchell. Lay down the heat. Watch your wiener shrivel. rde Oh, yeah.

Yup. It's your house, Maestro. Always has been, always will be. You will know what to do and when to do so. Now, on the other, sporting side of things, there's the ol' "enough rope to hang themself" action. There is something to be said, in that respect, about encouraging them a bit. If you look at it, you now see at least two faces; one attempting logic, the other outraged damnation. That is a sign of a very sick human, or, at the least, a misguided one. No direct questions answered. No credibility. Just hit-and-run, and not even done with competence (if there is such a thing as that, operating from said posture). Weak, man. Weak. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YFMTQ1vIn9s

Yeah, that's what I do. Advice: just be sure to do a "courtesy flush" when you are done--it tends to leave quite the mess. rde

That sounds like participation to me. I was in the throes of it and you know how that goes. But the math took over. Her tongue can't be . ..what? FUCK! BAD DOGGIE! rde Never goes cross-species

Note the initials R.M. Same as Richard Martin. Richard is smart enough to conceal his identity, but dumb enough to leave clues. Ghs You just burn in Hell, George, you violent, psychotic killing machine. Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company. Mark Twain This guy can't fight his way out of a fuckin' pay toilet. Invisible, stupid, coward. It's either that or he is really chasing some wrinkled pussy. Sorry about that one, George--but remember, you were around her when she was prime. rde

Darlene and I have family members across the street from us, and they have a Bichon that looks just like Jazz, named Alex. He is a very funny fellow, that one. We just got finished taking care of him while they were at Daytona Beach. Such happy doggies. I have a long history of doggy-owning. The last few years, I had two miniature pinschers. The first one was killed in the street in front of me, she died in my arms. Then I got a red one, and he came to FL with me. When I came here I had one checked bag, the dog in a carrier, and 3 books. The red minipin lives with my best friend/brotherly unit. When I moved to the alpaca farm, I got into the world of Jack Russell terriers, as they bred them there and had quite a pack. When I finally got my own place, I adopted Kayla, who was the grandmother/prime breeding stock for all of them. She is one of the very early Jack Russell models--long, wiry hair, she's now 11 and slowly going blind from cataracts. She is a prize-winning show dog, professional hunter, and trained in acrobatics (she can climb up and down trees, ladders, so forth). One time, when I was at the farm with her, they had a 55 gallon barrel that was full of rats. They just dropped her into the barrel, and about 45 seconds later, silence--she crawled back out. But now, the sex thing. Jeez. They like to observe, and possibly participate. I had my balls licked one time, and it wasn't my partner. Demoralizing. Kayla:

I just heard from Robert, at length. Things are going very well. Also, he mentioned three things-- 1. Thanks to MSK for the warm words (he doesn't have your email address but he said to convey). 2. The DRM controls thing--elective by the author. He has none on his. So that's that. 3. To say thanks to Reidy! The Kindle reader works just fine. Only caveat is on Macs--if you are below OS 10.5, no workie. I know that only because I happen to also have an older Mac that I just adore and will never part with. rde Enjoying the book.

I'm smelling a tell-all semi-prose piece. rde Bring Out The Pulp

Oh, why the fuck not? You're already tearing at her hard. War is war, George. Try your current stance in a street fight, which, in fact, this is. If there is that much almighty $ at stake, you go get that. The foul was not yours, which means now it is bareknuckle. Listen to me! No gloves. You, or one of us, can find a hungry attorney to put the Fear of (X) into her demon soul. I alone have to sort the thing, but one way or another it is time to lawyer up, and set upon this horrid woman. And no, I don't care about the sheet. You have the evidence. Big Evidence. BTW, yes, good chess position for white. I wonder if this thing here is a gambit, or not? I don't think so . . . One thing that works real well in Chess is a strong policy regarding attack. And you started a very nice one. Play through. Cast her miserable soul into the void. Now, I will Inspire You<tm>: Then you will feel better and listen to this (after the bitch-ass commercial)-- Finest Kind, rde After All, We Are Professionals

I just bought Bob's book (ooh! 4 bucks, ouch! how DARE he?) Just reading like I read--start at front, take samples, avoid ending, and so forth. It is excellent. I'll be running through it every morning along with my usual regime. He's always been a tight writer, and I am sure he always will be. As far as all this digression and spoiling goes (thanks, Greybird, for yet another nasty, curmudgeon-like hijack), if that is all a good writer has to look forward to, well, either start drinking, or start fighting, or both. Someone else buy it. 4 bucks, you can skip half a lunch. Great work, Bob B. rde

I suspect there's one key element missing, the thing any lawyer would be looking for first: Deep pockets. Is there anyone involved in this dispute that GHS could collect from? And have something left over after legal fees? I don't know, but I'm doubting it. It's the principle of the thing, and clearly George got some rough prison sex. But, good point. That is how that rolls. If he had had a "coupla hard, pipe-hittin' niggas to get to work on Homes here with a pair of pliers, and a blowtorch" style attorneys, maybe it would have stopped it. But still, this possibility remains. What I wonder about is how the book sales are going. I'm guessing minor. Anyone tracking that? I don't see that bitch hitting the NYT Best Selling List. Who is buying this book, borne out of such? You don't take a man's work and then make a play. My guess? Failure. The Universe does not allow such functions--the shit goes against everything against It. How much will she make? Is it ever going to be a fiscal triumph? The marketing pocket is too narrow. She would probably (with the help of some hormone creme, at this point in her career), consider it a victory if she breaks a thousand copies. I dunno, no checked. She Will Get It<tm> I like the one picture of Jazz and you in front of the bookshelf. Is that the one that shows the secret door? You know, where you pull the one copy of "Don Quixote" or whatever out halfway and the thing opens to the George Tube? I always wondered how those things worked; how it changes you into your outfit. Sounds rough. How does it get the hose on? Regards, rde You Will Vanquish The Forces of Eeee-Villlll . . .

I've been keeping an eye/in touch some with him on Facebook--good thing to keep up on his doings is to friend him over there. Hoping the very best for this--I know how hard he has worked. r

I bet Jazz wrote all this stuff that George is bitching about, not George himself. rde No animals were exploited during the writing of this manuscript. I gave him chewies.

Um, sjw was kidding. See?

Oh, that last, with his slams at libertarians, was lost long ago. Still, as to Kindle: I don't buy anything that has Digital Restrictions Management technology on it, and which limits my placing it or playing it on any device I wish. Amazon's permission to read his book is revocable any time they wish. That's what I have to potentially lose. Well, it didn't sound like you were much interested in the first place, so sounds like no loss for you . . .

Per Bob's post on Facebook: YOU DON'T HAVE TO OWN A KINDLE OR NOOK to download and read an ebook like "HUNTER" on virtually any device: PC, Mac, iPhone, iPad, etc. Just go to the link below and get a free "Kindle app," which will let you buy and read it. Hey, the ebook's only $3.99, and the "app" is free. What do you have to lose (except your past respect for me as a writer)? Free Kindle Apps

The heat index put it well over a hundred for the last several days. Then a small, but hanging tropical storm hit us. Right on the way to play a pagan summer solstice ceremony, of all things. My Florida room flooded and I had to pull all the amps and such. All OK now. You'll find something, George. And maybe just in time. rde This is where the faith part comes in.

The rumour mill is going buck-ass on this one. The latest is that there is going to be a slim style manual written by GHS titled "The Fundamentals of Plagiarism, (FOP)" which is said to be a violent backlash to the Strunk & White mainstay. It is supposed to give gory, accurate field reports of plagiarism in action. The groundbreaking idea here is to re-re-plagiarize plagiarized work and reduce it to gelatinous goo. It is going to be a go-to tutorial, the way things look. Plus, it will have the pathos, the bitterness, the agony of the feet, and even a monkey and an organ grinder, done as a surprise pop-out section midway in. Personally, I think it would do better as a coffee table book. Pictures, George. Go into the trove and find those Polaroids. You know what we want. r You want me to peel the grapes?