You’re Copyright, Huh?

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Dear Idiot,

© Yuri Arcurs - Fotolia.com

© Yuri Arcurs – Fotolia.com

In case you just can’t see it, there’s a copyright symbol under that image. Do you see it? Huh? Because it’s pretty damned obvious to me.

Now, I challenge you to produce the license that says you are the copyright holder of this image1. Or any of the images that you use on your commercial website2

Otherwise, shut the fuck up and stay out of my goddamned way, you twit. You lost. Get the fuck over it and move on.

Now, I challenge you to produce the license that says you are the copyright holder of this image1. Or any of the images that you use on your commercial website2

Otherwise, shut the fuck up and stay out of my goddamned way, you twit. You lost. Get the fuck over it and move on.

For those that want to see the smack down girlie took I have screencaps and they’re uploaded. Here’s where she decided to go tell because I told her to back off3 and here’s where she just gave up and completely lost her mind.

Here’s the message I received today in my inbox. You’ll see that, um she’s claiming this is her copyright. I have to use “her”4 image because…. Well, see you can’t claim copyrights when you’ve altered the original artist’s work. So there ya go.

Oh, and if some dumbass bitch wants to ask about my usage rights (because dumbass bitches do dumbass shit) I paid for the image from Fotolia.com. I have written proof to back that up, including the date and time that I purchased it5. If you6 would like to purchase the usage rights, please see Fotolia or even 123RF.com. It’s less expensive at 123RF.com, but you have to buy bigger packages. I haven’t done enough investigating of images on that site7.

Also, if you use an image of someone else’s fabulous body (with or without the usage rights) and someone asks “Are those really your abs, Glam?” I suggest that you don’t say “Yes”. Because, you know, some day someone – who is not as stupid as you wish they were – will find out that no those are not your abs. At which point you will probably be declared an attention-seeking, shit-stirring troll8.

Back to the, um, subject of this post.

You’re getting two free links from me and those motherfuckers are nofollow free. If you have the lady-balls to bring it here, then comment. I won’t censor your shit, honey (I put that comment back online for ya, sweet cheeks), but you get no free passes from me. You can stamp your pretty little foot in the forums or wherever the fuck you throw your tantrums, but I will not allow my online sanity be disrupted by someone who doesn’t even have the goddamned sense to make sure I can’t find evidence of her LIES. Nor will I stand by while myself or my blog are libeled. You are out of your league with this bullshit, darling.

When you can fit the big girl shorts, please come back to see us. Otherwise, back the fuck off.

Update

The Copyright Police shared this in the comments. However, it didn’t quite fit right. So, I’m putting it here.

Enjoy.

Theyre your abs? Really?

They’re your abs? Really? Everyone, please note the words “I am wearing NO shirt.”
Image credit: Yuri Arcurs – Fotolia.com

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Now That We’re Through with The Crap

I’m currently pretending that psychos aren’t stalking and threatening me because I won a debate. Ok, well, not currently. But yesterday and today I had a BLAST out in the real world.

Yesterday we went to a picnic. This one was family oriented1 so we took the chillins. OMG, Lil’lady was hilarious. Now that she’s reached the ripe old age of (three plus one— shh!) she does a whole lot of talking. Since there were 200-300 people there, she had a lot of people to talk to. The funniest, though, was when she went up to a little Amish girl and told her:
“When our electricity goes out we’re going to be Amish and my mommy’s going to make me a blue dress.”

Yesterday we went to a picnic. This one was family oriented1 so we took the chillins. OMG, Lil’lady was hilarious. Now that she’s reached the ripe old age of (three plus one— shh!) she does a whole lot of talking. Since there were 200-300 people there, she had a lot of people to talk to. The funniest, though, was when she went up to a little Amish girl and told her:
“When our electricity goes out we’re going to be Amish and my mommy’s going to make me a blue dress.”

Holy shitballs! Oops.

A little history for this hilarity:
A couple of weeks ago our electric went out for a few hours. Lil’lady, being the rather timid creature that she is, insisted that we light some candles and go sit on the front porch. Apparently she believes that we must retreat to the outdoors whenever the power goes out2. So, we’re sitting on the front porch and listening to the drunk neighbors across the street. It was rather peaceful (regardless) and Lil’lady asked me to tell her a story. Not very good at fiction, I started regaling her with tales from my youth. One story that stuck out to her was when I stayed with my cousins in the summer.

My cousins lived in a small town smack-dab in the middle of Amish Country (Ohio for those of you gathering information). A really nice Amish family lived on a farm at the bottom of my cousins’ hill. They had a little girl named Mardella. Mardella and I got to be really good friends3 and I was able to go inside her home, ride in the family buggy, was invited to dinner and helped tend the horses. My experiences with Mardella and her family made for great memories and I shared some of those with Lil’lady.

Lil’lady, of course, didn’t understand why the Amish are different. So I explained that they don’t have electricity, televisions, telephones, cars, etc. Of course, that led to more questions as she is (three plus one) and more stories and more… Well, you know how kids her age can be.

Something about that conversation must have stuck in her head, because she was completely enthralled by the Amish folks at the picnic and couldn’t wait to make a new friend. Little did she know that her enthusiasm would cause her poor, dear mother much embarrassment. Later we discussed why we weren’t going to become Amish- but after we took a ride in an Amish buggy.

Today was a 21 and over which meant Al Kee Hall was going to be there. Woo-hoo! I was excited to be going where no children could follow. It’s been a while since I was able to escape the confines of motherhood joyous sound of my children. This was especially nice because they had an open bar with two kegs and lots of Seagram’s4. So, TheMan and I had our required hotdog then went straight for Al.

Of course, I couldn’t remember if it was “Beer before liquor never sicker” or “Liquor before beer never sicker” so I had a beer first. Then I said fuck it and went for the hard stuff. But not too much. Just enough to…

Get my ass shakin’ on the dance floor! WOOT! We were boot scootin’ and booty callin’ and it was suh-weet. It’s been a long time since I went dancing5 and I was loving it. There weren’t very many women as young as me6 which should tell you something, but those ladies could get down. No lie. They were shakin’ it like it was 1975. It was hilarious.

Well, it was until that dudette got up to karaoke to Patsy Cline. She started wailin’ about standing by her man and I just had to go have another drink. For real. That shit was painful to hear.

Luckily, when she was done some old dude got up to sing that Lee Greenwood song7, so Patsy was soon pushed out of my head8 by fantasies of stuffing a dog down dude’s gullet. It was a joyous moment. More Seagrams please!

Did I mention that we got there at 3pm? Yeah.

After a couple of laps around the picnic in the (line of people going around the room?) TheMan finally pulled me out. It was time to go. Bah! I was having a good time too. Oh well, he was smart. If we’d have stayed longer I would have gotten really plastered and then embarrassed myself either there or online. I’m good like that. ;)

After a couple of laps around the picnic in the (line of people going around the room?) TheMan finally pulled me out. It was time to go. Bah! I was having a good time too. Oh well, he was smart. If we’d have stayed longer I would have gotten really plastered and then embarrassed myself either there or online. I’m good like that. ;)

We went to see his dad and stepmom and watched some “Bridezillas” with them. That was really funny while I was buzzed. I kept telling TheMan “See? You should be counting your blessings, Mister. I could have been like her!” Yeah. I said it more than once. The first time is funny, the sixth time is time to shut the fuck up. Ya know? What can I say? Anyway, we were having a good time laughing at the spoiled cows who were going to extremes- even though my father-in-law tried to say “They just edited to look like that. They’re not really like that”. Pfft. What a way to kill a good time, Pops!

Then I had a bright idea. “I want KFC and mashed potatoes!” TheMan looked at me sideways9 and then, oh-ho, his stomach growled. Mwahaha!! It was sooo loud. We all had a good laugh at that. Then it was time to go again. Unfortunately we didn’t get some damned mashed potatoes, but my buzz was waning so I didn’t care much. We stopped for a pre-made, wilted salad and then came home.

I was then forced to have a couple more beers, but we’ll pretend I’m stone cold sober. Don’t ask why. I won’t be able to tell you. Just humor me, ok?

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I Heard a Rumor Today

I’m a little over all this bullshit drama. But it seems assholes are still assholes even when they’ve been ripped a new asshole. I was actually debating taking this fucking beef somewhere else, but I’ll wait. I’m all patient like that. Like a cat hunting a loon, I’ll watch, wait and carefully consider my next move. If the loon was smart she’d take flight and stay away from the agitated cat.

I’ve got a little tidbits of advice for any crazy bitches little birdies who might flit around this way.

  1. Make sure you don’t have any existing enemies that might know anything about you.
    None. Nada. Zilch. Keep your personal shit to yourself and when you stab your friends in the back, they won’t have any ammo to use against you. For instance, don’t ever claim to be the child of a state attorney general who has argued cases in front of the United States Supreme Court. Some people have access and know how to use services such as Google, Findlaw and the Big Daddy- Westlaw. Someone who you’ve wronged may be more than willing to provide information against you. Such as when people send strangers emails containing a fuckton of shit that was just Wow! {This part was added for clarification.}

  2. Keep a low profile after you’ve already been outed all over the big ol’ Intertoobs.
    When you allow your base instincts to take over again (mostly because you lack the ability to learn from your mistakes) you’re likely to make more enemies. Who needs more than you’ve already got?

  3. Should you ever decide to poke the cat, make sure that you don’t leave trace evidence of who you are at the site of the poking.

    Never use your name in your emails when you try to leave threatening comments. You might as well have left your name and address. That’s so far beyond stupid that stupid looks down right genius.

  4. Learn the definition and legal history of the word “Libel”.

    This is really important because of a certain birdie’s tendency to do such a thing. How many people did she threaten with copyright infringement before someone who is smarter than she wishes they were blew that lie to the wind? Were any of these people using the disputed in the commission of their business? If so, do any of these people realize that the copyright lie has been exposed? Would they like to know? Do they have legal recourse?

  5. Never imply that a lawsuit is in the works unless there is a lawsuit.

    Also, make sure your bank statement is meaty enough to be able to defend such an allegation. In the United States, the burden of proof in a civil action is on the plaintiff. Bringing a lawsuit against a citizen of another country could be exceedingly expensive, but bringing a lawsuit against someone whom you’ve personally wronged? Tsk, tsk.

  6. The FBI?

    If you were to have a person believe that the FBI is indeed involved in a case of copyright infringement (where there is no copyright as evidenced by this post) well that person would be even more stupid than you.
    Because you used “Anonymous” while posting a harassing (blatantly untrue statement made for the purpose of intimidation in this case) you are, in fact, violating the Violence Against Women and Department of Justice Reauthorization Act of 2005 (H.R. 3402).

  7. Ignorance of the law is no excuse
  8. Just because someone mailed certain people your true identity (which was never outed on this blog) and those people were able to use Google, does not mean that you are not in violation.
  9. Let sleeping cats lie.

I have a policy on this blog- a policy to which many liberal sites adhere. I don’t ever out people. I might bust your bold-faced lies wide open, but I won’t out you. If you wish to be pseudonymous then that’s fine by me. If someone happens to share your personal information with me I won’t share it publicly. I cannot stop that same person (who contacted me) from contacting other people and giving them that same information.

I strongly disagree with any type of personal outing and will remove myself from that situation- simply because the very act of outing (unless in the commission of a crime) is distasteful for me personally. I just don’t believe in it- unless the person being outed is guilty of a heinous crime (child molestation, for instance) or is, in fact, libeling someone else. I think that someone’s online “personas” are up in the air, especially if those personas have a history of stalking, harassment, and otherwise bullying behavior online. For instance, if “Passion” was doing something and I knew “Passion” to be someone else, I might mention her other name. Maybe.

However, if someone is so crazy to continue along the path she’s going- for instance threatening lawsuits all over the Internet and other unsavory things – then someone might find herself involved in yet another criminal action. I don’t need the attention this could garner me, of course, so it would be all hush-hush (except to the few people with whom I have email and/or telephone contact- I reserve the right to point and laugh at loons). I reiterate that I will not have myself or my blog libeled nor will I be bullied. I have the right to peaceful enjoyment of my domain and to be free of psycho hosebeasts who just don’t know when to quit.

Step down. Take a deep breath. And find some cutie on Craig’s List who might be able to give you the attention you are so craving. It’s not everyone around you that’s out of their minds, you know.

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Tip O’ the Hat

Ok, enough with the crap. Who wants to see that shit anyway? Hmm. What you really want to see is Stephen Colbert1. I know this and, because I’m all about my readers, present “Tip O’ the Hat and Wag O’ the Finger” from July 17.

[Edited to add: Safe for work and kids. Not safe for people who dislike hilarity.]

Seriously, watch to the end. But the bit about the Pope (around 2:00) and the billboard (3:18)are, well, comedy gold.

That is all.

Update

How could I forget this clip? More from Stephen. This will definitely appeal to geeks and haters of O’Reilly.

Pay close attention to 2:46. For real.

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PUMAs Take on San Francisco

Someone asked me on Twitter last night what the PUMAs are1 and I gave a very, very brief summary. But thanks to Wonk you guys get to see the fearsome hordes in action. Apparently, Donna Brazille was speaking and the only person they hate worse than O-man is her. So, they gathered up their posse and rolled on her like a pack of hyenas on the hunt.

It is an absolutely amazing thing to see. The sheer numbers here just can’t be imagined. They are indeed a frightening group. They are PUMAs hear the ROAR.

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