It seems that someone has decided to offer me….. something. That he thinks I want.
What? He started a doomclock “offer” before I saw it? Oh right! He’s not allowed to contact me with his nonsense. My email is much quieter, did you know?
Why does he think he gets to tell me what I will or will not do on my website? What in the hell is he offering that would make me want to eliminate what people say?
“She will…” Ummm, Bill is not the boss of me. Still waiting for what in the hell he thinks I will be so enticed by.
Oh! There it is. He says he will drop me from the lawsuit. Hmmmm.
Hmmm. Interesting words from someone who has absolutely no compunction about bringing in completely un-related parties – INCLUDING A FUCKING TODDLER – into the “conversation” because he wants to intimidate me into silence. He’s figured out that that won’t work, so now he thinks that dangling being dropped from his pathetic FAIL of a lawsuit will.
Here’s a thought for Bill. One that he should let sink into his brain. One that I’m going to state very slowly and deliberately. And he should think what that means for him.