Edit: I wanted to leave a little not here. Some comments I have not approved and I don’t feel comfortable approving. I wrote this post in support of Anne, who got more than just the one death threat in relation to my post. She also got comments and emails and a tireless parade of douchebags, and guys, no matter how much I want to say those people are just crazy, not everyone is. My post had a direct involvement on making people look harshly at Anne, and that is my main concern. I influenced people to look harshly at a very nice person. No matter what you think of me or her personally it is obvious that I am the one in the wrong here and I do have something to atone for.
That should be a given right? And we all know Pam jumps up on her soap box now and then the keyboard gnash about the latest dramz and give an opinion, even though Pam hasn’t done that in a long time because Pam decided to stop doing that but yeah from time to time Pam has done that. Pam will also stop talking about herself in the third person now.
I realized I haven’t always researched things fully before posting, and 99% of the time I have had things right. But last night I learned of something that I had caused, and never knew anything about, something I would never condone. Something I couldn’t even believe could ever happen after someone reading one of my gnashing posts in the crude style I favor.
Someone read my blog and sent a death threat to the person I blogged about complete with a picture of the person’s house.
I wrote this post back in November. It was a topic that hit the tweetosphere quickly and I felt a desire to post. I went with my smart-assed, gnashing style, and I really felt the author’s comments on my post were helpful to me understanding what she meant by her post.
You see we both used style in our writings for that day. She went with fun and witty for grandma’s. I went with parody of an asshole. I didn’t get any death threats though.
I’ve been going over this all night in my head. I caused someone to actually fear for their life and it involved the police. I made this woman worry about meeting me later in the year, because having one dealing with my blog and I acted like a douchecanoodle.
What makes me feel even worse is I never even knew about this until last night when a mutual friend of ours told me about it. A million sorrys will not make this better, and I am only writing this for three reasons.
To give a public apology.
To own my mistake.
And to tell you guys that this can happen. There are sick fucks online. I never want to be the cause of someone else’s fear again, and I will do my damnedest not to be.