If you've been following the exploits of Vox' leading wimp, Timothy, whose blog has now been retitled to Rosemead Herald, you know that he decided to employ passive-aggressive tactics about a year ago because he didn't like me leveling a liberal on his turf.
I subsequently wrote a column mocking him for blocking me. it was the least I could do.
And that was it until it came to my attention that he had re-added me to his neighborhood a while back. Fine by me. I don't carry grudges unless people don't change their bad behavior.
But I do require proof.
And unfortunately, it wasn't coming. Shortly after 'reinstating" me, Master Timmy left a comment here which was again OK with me. I even reinstated him in my neighborhood as a goodwill gesture.
But something was missing… it's called "an apology."
Maybe he was working up to it?
After accommodating several more of Timothy's comments, it became apparent that he thought he could have his outrageous behavior ignored simply by returning to business as usual.
I'm sure if he'd run that by most anyone who reads this blog, he'd have received advice to the contrary. But long story short, I decided it was time for Tim to "man up." I know he's not used to that, but I don't want to associate with wimps.
I don't even want wimps reading me unless they're desirous of changing.
So I asked the boy when he intended to apologize… and he feigned Alzheimer's. Or maybe he didn't, in which case, my condolences. But then I'd have no use for him if he actually had the disease.
And if he doesn't, he's got something worse!
Anyway, Tim apparently felt overwhelmed. How do I know?
Well, I did something today that I don't do much anymore – I took a look at what people were talking about in my neighborhood, and lo and behold, the very first comment was from guess who?
Tim was talking about Tim – – Pawlenty. He was saying something about MinGov running for President, but what caught my attention was the picture – a dressed up Pawlenty with emphasis on the paw!
As in there was a nice looking woman on it!
Yet something wasn't right, and the more I looked, the more I realized that the problem was what she was hanging onto.
So I decided to leave a comment – that Pawlenty looked like a magnificent wimp!
A wimp of Bondian proportions in fact!
Just perfect for Timothy though, I know!
But before I commented, I decided to check something… Could our Tim be wimpy enough himself to… ?
YES HE CAN!
I found myself once again excluded from Tim's neighborhood. He couldn't take the heat? So little heat?! Well, after all, California did have a lot of brushfires this year…
OK, so no more second chances for Rosemead Harold, but I still feel sorry for him – because now he's made a permanent enemy of me!
And if you disagree, you're worse than Timothy!
But don't worry, nothing is permanent – God saw to that!