The internet hates me

pwned Well, I never imagined I’d have more than 25% of my monthly bandwidth allocation burned up in less than a day, but it happened. I really guess I shouldn’t be surprised at the people calling B.S. and those scolding me, but what really kills me is the “I hope you die” comments. No pun intended. There was also the guy who dug up some public information about my name and threw it in the comments. Some of it was me, some of it wasn’t. From what I can gather, there are three people sharing my name in this state alone. I deleted that comment, and that one alone, as it really was too off-topic and not something I want in the hands of spammers. The thing is, it happened, I blogged it, that’s all there is.

To those saying it didn’t happen, well, I intended to scan the documents pertaining to the case and make them available. That’s not going to happen given the traffic. If you’re really that desperate to know for yourself that it happened, you’ll figure it out eventually. Odds are, you’ll give up on me in an hour and find something else to publicly decry.

Addressing those who want me to die, well, do you really want that? I mean, I’ve got children on the way, do you want them growing up without a dad? Do we not have enough single parent families, due to whatever reason, in this world without adding to the problem? Besides, asking my wife to raise twins on her own is just rude. Frankly, shame on you.

Then there are those who post incredibly personal things in someone elses’ blog comments about themselves. For those people, I have no response. Really, I don’t think my site is the best forum for you.

I’d also like to address the real issue I posted the entry. I don’t think we should just admit to anything we’re called out on, legal or not. Let me give you an example.

Imagine yourself in a building’s lobby, a tall building, in which you are waiting for the elevator. You push the botton and ‘ding’ the elevator doors opens. A man exits the elevator rapidly, you get in, and push the button for, say, the tenth floor. Then you smell it. The man who just exited the elevator as you got in left a present for you. Evidently he had a lunch of double chili tacos and deviled eggs. The stench is incredible, and it’s so foul you think you might be able to actually see it if you squint hard enough.

The elevator slows and stops at the fourth floor. The stench has not had time to dissipate. Several people, all talking and gabbing, enter the elevator. Sudden silence occurs when they all breathe in. A few sideways glances your way and some muffled coughs amongst the new passengers leave you as the guilty party, even though you know it wasn’t you.

That’s the way real life and the internet works. One guy in a stinky elevator screaming “it wasn’t me” while everyone else rolls their eyes and mutters “bullshit” under their breath. You want the truth, but you want to be able to dispute it behind the safety of your keyboard, mouse, and self righteousness.

I’m probably guilty of the same, but I learned long ago the futility of arguing on the internet. I’ve read blogs where people post something about a day in their life and then deal with the negative commenters, those who doubt, those who wish ill will, and the otherwise depraved. I usually only comment positively when I can. If I chose to comment in a fashion that disagrees with the original author, I never attack them personally, but I do enjoy a spirited discussion of opposing viewpoints.

With all that said, I did get a ticket. I did not feel I was guilty. I certainly was following a bus, the #15 to be exact. I got pulled over. I went to court, was offered a lesser charge by the city attorney, and plead not guilty. It went to trial. That date was this past Tuesday. I went to court again, made my case, and you know the rest. You want to call it bullshit? Fine. You want to say “good job” to me, well thank you very much.

Really, thank you. Thank you to all that commented positively. I really don’t care if you believe me or not, I know it happened, all those around me who have seen my folder know it happened, and my wife certainly knows it happened. I would have been in big trouble had I raised our insurance before the twins got here.

I merely offered the original article as one man’s use of simple, common technology to beat accusations he felt were unjust. That’s all. To some of you, and really I think it’s most of you, I say thanks for reading. I’m silly that way, I believe most of us are good, decent people. To the rest of you… Well, I’m sure you’ve probably forgotten about me and are probably attacking some other poor blogger for mentioning their favorite brand of beer, or browser, or mp3 player, or political affiliation, or religion, or sports team, or sexual preference, or operating system (I could go on, but I’m not going to, you get the point).

Anywho… that’s all for now. To my regular(s), see ya.