I don’t know how much impact this blog has. Not much I imagine. I mean I never hear from people I’ve called out. I compose satirical letters to DL from Tom Carper, but I am under no illusions that Tom Carper knows who I am.
Celia Cohen never says boo. Neither Ron Williams nor Gary Stockbridge have ever stopped by to call me a son of a bitch. Nancy Wagner is either blissfully unaware that I think she is a fraud or could give a shit.
People don’t respond. Except one person: Charlie Copeland.
Whenever I call out Copeland I get an immediate response from him through his proxy. I wonder why that is? Is Copeland so thin skinned that it is burning him up that a speck of a peon like myself would dare to point out that he is full of shit?
Did being raised in the rarified air of named châteaux leave him ill-equipped to deal with attacks on his character? I’m honestly curious. What is with Copeland?