"Education is when
you read the fine print. Experience is what you get if you don't."
- Pete Seeger
ROGER S. YULE
____________________________
Every now and then I get a bit of hate mail ... don't worry, I enjoy it. I'm mature enough to understand that between all the four letter words and insults you might can find some constructive criticism worth taking with a grain of salt (rare but it does happen every few years). Unfortunately, this isn't one of those times. Lately I've been getting a ton of good email ... in fact, I can't remember when the last bad email that I received was dated and along comes Roger S. Yule to spoil it all. Sigh. I'm posting this here because I think it's rather funny and telling of the narrow-minded kind of monkey twats who do send me hate mail. Let's look at Roger's email and have some fun, shall we?
from
rsyule@hotmail.com
to
BLACKECHO
date
Wed, May 18, 2011 at 2:30 PM
subject Waste
mailed-by srs.bis6.us.BlackBerry.com 2:30 PM
Misguided Jerk,
I happened upon your website and wasted a few minutes on it. I don't consider
you stupid for having opinions which differ from mine, but I do find you to be a
COMPLETE ASS.
He is a cat - loving, insecure 40 year old who posts a web page dedicated to
desperately trying to convince the poor souls who happen upon it (and himself)
that he's awesome. Your undeserved attitude elevates your web pages from
pathetic to ridiculous. You obviously have far too much free time on your hands,
combined with just enough brains to make you annoying. I won't waste any
additional time arguing with someone as out of touch with reality as your
website shows you to be, I'll simply avoid it, and block your email address. I
would tell you I wish you would pull your head out of your ass, but I know you
won't, and I don't care enough worry about it. Unlike you, I have better things
to do, and no more time to waste on this.
Good-by Dork.
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
It's a simple enough email address to reverse track and find out the details on. In other words, I didn't break a sweat on this one nor did it take me too long. So, what do I know about the guy who emailed me?
Plenty.
Probably more than he wants me to know and while he's reading this (which he will) he's probably wishing he could go back in time and stop himself from ever pressing that "SEND" button on his email application. Right now, he's looking back on that one instant in his life and he's relabeling it from "good idea at the time" to "really fucking stupid thing to do."
rsyule@hotmail.com is actually Roger S. Yule (his full name). He is typical of the pharisaical, mobile-home schooled dullards that tend to get all butt-hurt and bent out of shape because they happen upon my website and get their comfortable little make-believe world rocked. The fact is that Roger tries to come off as better than me yet the important thing to note here is the simple fact that Roger has to hide behind his email account (and his all powerful Verizon Wireless BlackBerry which he was probably using to surf my site while he drank his Pabst Blue Ribbon on the front porch of his double-wide). The fact that an intellectually stunted gibbon like Roger is actually able to figure out let alone use something as advanced as a BlackBerry either means that he had a lot of help (and patient coaching) in doing so or a BlackBerry is so simple that even a caveman could use one (with an obvious nod to the popular Geico commercials).
As a
value added part of this reply, let me break down Roger’s email for you.
Roger S. Yule, for whatever reason known only to him, somehow came across a link
to my site and deemed it fit to traipse into my web domain, uninvited. He
then attempted to read (yet was clearly unable to actually comprehend)
what I had posted. After a few minutes of head scratching while trying to
sound out the long words (and having that vein in the center of his forehead pop
out) Roger decided that he really didn’t like what I had posted mainly because
the truth hurt his feelings and shattered his perceived reality. When that
happened, Roger felt angry and butt-hurt ... angry and butt-hurt enough to send
me a spiteful email claiming that I personally and intentionally wasted his
precious personal time after which he then proceeded not only to insult me but
to tell me that I won’t be able to discuss this obviously important matter with
him because after he’s through telling me what he thinks of me and insulting me
he’s going to block my email address so that I cannot get in touch with him to
reply … or ask him what his illicit homemade pharmaceutical based personal
problem is.
That is the gist of his email.
Better
yet ... I can break his email
down into something even simpler; Dear Black Echo, I found your site, I don’t
like it, you’re an idiot, I'm better than you, catch me if you can, Mr. Smarty
Pants because I'm going to hide behind my BlackBerry so neh neh nee neh neh.
Fair enough.
Are you curious as to what someone too scared to face me actually looks like?
I was,
so I went to FaceBook and typed the email address that Roger gave me into a search
box and … tah-dah! It gave me a link to an existing FaceBook account and
even though Roger only shares his information with friends he was kind enough to
put up a good picture of himself on his host page.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the face that sold five thousand mobile homes
last year alone ...
A
face that you can trust for everything from
fiberglass steps to vinyl skirting ...
ROGER S.
YULE
"Mr. Doublewide"
2010
Honoree selected by the Manufactured Housing Association of America
and title
honorific paid for by an endowment from the
Society for the Continuing Advancement of Poor White Trailer Trash
and a modest grant
from the local HOG group
Check out all those old guys in leather chaps! You'll notice the beret
and chaps wearing hillscoggin in the
orange and black bar and shield logo jacket standing behind Roger, someone else
wearing chaps standing right behind him and the
questionable beverage in Roger’s left hand. There's someone in a
leather jacket standing to Roger's left as well. Sweet hell! There's more leather in this one picture
alone than at an entire gay pride parade!
On the
upside, it certainly looks like there's good times ahoy for Roger.
Judging by the
picture alone it seems that Roger is about to be a part of something
that’s going to really stimulate his intellect and tickle his fancy … something like a
big bike show, a
NASCAR race, a line dancing contest
for drag queens or maybe even a five round spectacle of all-volunteer tag team goat fucking! Yes,
sir! From that big grin on Roger's face you can tell that this luddite
is so happy that he’s about to piss rainbows, fart glitter and shit confetti.
We won't even start on the rather obvious fact that his right hand is shoved
deep down into his front pocket and at a rather suspect angle ...
Ironic, isn’t it, that a twat-wad like Roger would tell me that he’s better than
me then try to hide in order to prove it. The first clue to someone being
narrow minded is when they give you their opinion (often unwanted and uninvited
in the first place) then try to block yours in turn. This merely tells me that he’s incapable of standing up to me in a fair discussion between adults (or in this
case, a debate between a college educated, well informed, well read and widely
experienced adult (like me) and a sanctimonious
Faulknerian Idiot Man-Child (like him)).
Obviously, if Roger had spent a little more time reading my website, he might
have thought twice about sending me an email in the first place because he would
have seen example after example of how a lot of other people (who were obviously smarter than he
is) have tried and failed ... time after time after time.
What is of particular note is this line of his email: “I won't waste any
additional time arguing with someone as out of touch with reality as your
website shows you to be.”
What this means, of course, is that Roger realizes that he can’t argue
his opinions and beliefs with me because his opinions and beliefs are taken
straight from the Harley Davidson Orthodoxy and I’ve already proven every single
part of that trailer park pagan religion to be both fictional and silly. Harley
Davidson is just a grand fairytale, nothing more and those who follow it, let
alone believe it to be truth are worthy of nothing but ridicule and scorn. They
truly are the LCD in our (once) great society.
The real reason why Roger won’t (and more truthfully can’t) waste
any additional time arguing with me is that he has no ground to stand on and he
realizes this. The best he can hope to do is fire off a few quick insults,
tell me how much better he is than I am and then run for cover as fast as he can
with his tail tucked between his legs (much like Harley Davidson has been doing
since the early 1950’s). The reason why he thinks that I’m “out of touch with
reality” is that I actually am out of touch … with his
reality, or at least the reality that he has decided to live his life in ... sad
as that may be.
Of course, Roger is free to live in his world of fantasy and make-believe but I
think I’ll stay and work and live in the world of reality … the real world that
is based on facts and figures (often taken from annual business reports from HD
itself) … facts, figures and other points of debate that Roger can’t dispute or
argue over, not if he expects to win the debate (which apparently we won’t be
having). If anyone has his head up his ass in this discussion, it's Roger
(and judging by his size perhaps that's a far better place to try to hide from
me than behind his BlackBerry).
Roger calls me a “misguided jerk” but the truth is
that I’m misguided only because I don’t share his
store-bought opinions or
marketing department created beliefs and I’m a jerk because I apparently really hurt his feelings when
I exposed him to the truth of how pathetic his make-believe life is in steadfast
obedience to that trailer park pagan religion we all know as Harley Davidson.
Rather than invite intelligent
discussion and perhaps witty debate, Roger, being the brainwashed simpleton that
he is, blindly accepts the idiotic beliefs of his pagan religion without
question, insults those
who disagree with the way that he has been told to think, pokes fun of those who
are obviously his intellectual superior then runs off and hides … feeling all
the while that he’s done the right thing.
As for wasting his time and making him angry … Now that Roger has informed me of
that fact I find that I kind of enjoy the idea that I wasted some of his time
and caused someone of his low intellect to send me an email like he did. The
fact that I got under his skin tickles me pink … I won’t say that I’ll be as
happy as he looks to be in his picture (so no rainbows, glitter or confetti
shooting out in all directions from me) but I’m smiling and that’s not something
that I do very often so I have to thank Roger for that little pleasure in life.
However, his predicament really isn’t my fault; I didn’t invite him to peruse my
site or spend any of his precious time there and I really couldn’t care less if
he ever visited my website or not but somehow Roger has taken it upon himself to
blame me for his personal problems.
Typical.
Roger’s mindset clearly shows that he’s wholly unfamiliar with the concept of
personal responsibility and that he expects others to take responsibility
for his errors. This clearly indicates that Roger is both a registered democrat
voter in his locale and that he’s probably a career welfare recipient as well.
Also, since Roger didn’t mention what “better things to do”
that he might have crayon'ed in on his agenda, I suggest that he put his BlackBerry down, get
himself another Pabst Blue Ribbon and go back to watching NASCAR, kicking his
dog, beating his wife/sister (probably one and the same) or whatever it is that
inbred hillbillies like him do when they’re not drawing a welfare check from the
government or contemplating stealing satellite TV from their neighbors'
trailer.
Also ... "Goodbye"
is spelled just like that, with an “e” after the “y”. What you posted was “Good
by Dork” which means that you obviously obtained something
of value from someone that you personally disliked (enough to capitalize a noun
which really didn’t need to be capitalized) … in this case, what you received of
value from someone that you disliked would, of course, be a free lesson in
humility from me. Enjoy!
Oh, and Roger? One last thing ... Since you've already got your head stuck up your ass, well, I've got a suggestion on where you can stick your Verizon Wireless BlackBerry as well. After all, I'd hate for you to miss out on any of your really important calls ...
Later, lemming.