The Mikey-Nath Holiday Follies Continue! (or “Thelonious Makes a Monkey Out of Mikey!”)
A good likeness of Michael Rudra Nath, courtesy of "Hammer of Dawn"
In his usual combination of unmoored ire, spttle-flecked insanity, cowardice and poor judgment, Michael Rudra Nath (aka Jason Christopher Hughes, aka Luis Manuel Arsupial), pounds several dozen comments into a year-old entry on this blog, evidently in an attempt to convince me that he’s as good as Thelonious Monk would have been, if Thelonious Monk had been ineptly playing a poorly-tuned Chinese zither, which he wasn’t, as it happens.
I might suppose that this bold act of defiance stems from a complete inability on his part to actually respond to my offer to turn myself in on the charges he continues to insist I’m guilty of—which now include rape! Whom I’m supposed to have raped, precisely, or where, or when, is still a mystery.
He’s actually left close to a dozen more comments, all equally-or-more inane, but I blacklisted his IP, so he won’t be getting through, not unassisted, anyway. He informs me that he’s got “over 300″ IP addresses, which would mean that no more than three sockpuppets need to share any given address, by my reckoning.
The irony of the statement he made, quoted in that earlier entry, from a time even earlier than that, is excruciating, but doubtless continues to escape poor, hapless Mikey:
You can post all the bile and lies you want. I am no longer going to so much as read any of it, anywhere. Not ever again. You can’t touch me by any means you have. I do not have time anymore for your repetitive nonsense and straight up tortious libel. I don’t care anymore.
Clearly, he’s not been reading a bit of it, since he doesn’t have the time, and he doesn’t care anymore, any way.
{UPDATE: Two IP addresses blocked now. I’m keen to collect the entire set.}
{UPDATE 2: It’s looking like he overestimated his IP address supply by about 298. Only off by 99.33%, typical.}
poorly tuned? age has deafened your sorry head. I tune with a digital chromatic tuner accurate to .5 of 1 cent!
You should’ve spent at least a dollar on it.
Hey, remember this? “Who’s the guy with the short fuse and the busted caps lock?” That was you, all the way back in 1998, doing exactly the same thing you’re still doing today.
Remember this? You giving me another in your apparently never-ending series of “final warnings”, and threatening to kill me, over three years ago? That was you, too, since you’re the only person who complains (regularly and ineffectually) about my having a “harassment site”.
So, are you ever going to report me to the cops, or are you going to just continue to issue “final” warnings several times a year while insisting that you don’t care in the slightest what I have to say? Still wondering whom I’m supposed to have raped, by the way.
(And Thelonious Monk wouldn’t have pissed on you if you were ablaze in the gutter. Just sayin’…)
Kathy Sutphen disagrees with you, gramps. And she is far, far from alone.
What, Kathy Sutphen says Thelonious Monk would piss on you? Where? Interesting that you’re impersonating her by leaving your comment with her name and (I suppose) email address on it.
So, when are you going to the cops? Any time soon? Any response on your past death threats? Or the fact that you’ve been an obviously deeply disturbed person trolling the web for the past sixteen years…?
By the way, Charla Williams doesn’t disagree with me: for how many years did you stalk her and defame her online after she kicked your sorry ass to the curb after making the incredible error of going out with you for three weeks…? (Get another IP address. Sucker.)
YOU are a Dalek!
you even have the harsh, nasal, monotone voice!
and the unreasoning belligerence…and total sociopathy and megalomania…
Okay, now, that’s really dull, Citizen 67.159.36.18.
Stop impersonating other people: you’re not Victor Cypert, who’s not made any complaint to me, unless you’re claiming to be his legal counsel, in which case you should file a suit; I’m easy enough to find. You’re Michael Rudra Nath, aka Luis Manuel Arsupial, aka Jason Chrisopher Hughes. Nobody’s deceived, Stumbles.
Who else are you stalking, beyond me and Rachel Haywire, this year? Given up trying your hand at impersonation, now that California’s got a law in place to deal with cowards like you?
Hey, I’m going to be writing about you on my main blog, documenting your attempted impersonation of me on Facebook. You’ll enjoy that.
not much of anyone gives two shits about your ‘main blog’ either
Oh, coming from someone who doesn’t even have a blog, I really can’t give that too much weight. I’m not dissatisfied: some of my postings have pulled in over 3,000 unique viewers in a day. You, on the other hand, live in comments made under other people’s names…
Called the cops yet? And who, exactly, is it that I’m supposed to have raped? Extra credit questions: Do you actually believe anyone takes you seriously? Still having that “interesting conversation” with the Bishop…? You really oughta let him get back to work, I’m sure he’s got much better things to do.
(I don’t like that IP address, either. Try again?)
Had a record day for traffic on that blog yesterday: close to 7,000 different people apparently “gave two shits” about it…
Gnash your teeth a little harder, numbskull: I can’t hear you here in Santa Cruz. (Say, did you ever give birth to that baby elephant you’ve been hiding under your dress?)