On Being Ron Codblockington.
Every once in a while, I receive an anonymous email that follows this sort of pattern, “Chaz, you’ve done well in the past, you’re probably blowing a goat, and you should break this story. Oh, and you suck.”
I’ve got my suspicion it’s Ron
Coddington CodBlockington sending me these love notes, and if that’s the case, here’s what we think:
- He’s a blistering fucking idiot — regardless if he’s the author of these missives or not.
- Ron reminds us of a five-year old trying to get away with some silly shit — assuming your five-year old drinks too many Capt’n and Coke, smokes dope, and is moderately retarded.
- Even though this person thinks they’re clever (using an obfuscated IP address), the IP still resolves to Deerfield Beach. Dumb fuck.
- This person has no clue about the meaning of per se defamation.
In the end, I guess he’s just used to hanging out with his moderately retarded son (runs in the family), so that’s the usual level of mental competence.
Give it a rest, bro .. stop looking up Jean’s skirt, it’s about time you got a new hobby.