A number of people unsubscribed a few months ago because I wasn’t providing regular content, and I definitely do not blame them. And when Instapundit linked to this post, one of his commenters complained because I was providing content.
Dude must be lonely.
But he’s not the only one who wants me to name names when I talk about people I observe. I suppose I could conjure fake names, as I did when I was talking about my ex-”husband” or about my friend who is a look-alike for the infamous Christopher Dorner. Because pseudonyms provide plausibility, right?
Yes, I’m kidding.
The demand for the identities of private people reminds of those war movies in which an enemy is captured and “persuaded” to name his co-conspirators. Dime on my friends for clout? I don’t think so.
But these digital pest(erer)s are merely funny when they tell you “I don’t believe you” and then whine about “whining” when you won’t dance to their tune.
So, don’t believe me, then.
Today is one of those days in which I have a prior commitment, but I hope you don’t think badly of me for providing this meager bit of content.
I call those eyer oll people. My eyes get a lot of action from them.
Petty person.