Like Brock says "Sometimes they write themselves."
Here's the comments I got today on my Big Bad Wolf post:
See I am not afraid to tell you my names its Mike and actually have a well paying job. A job that could afford me to fly to you and kick the living piss out of you. I will meet you anytime anywhere and I will enjoy making you swallow blood. I will wait for you to call me a coward, and some names. But, perhaps we can arrange this fight, and I have never been more serious about anything in my life.
Had you read the comments, you see my name and hometown.
One more time, dumbass:
Kenny Lane, Ceres, CA.
I'm moving in the next couple of weeks, so shoot me an email when you're in the area. I'd like to see you try to make me swallow blood.
You've got the money to fly here? I'm waiting.
Every time I hear shit like this I think of something my dear ol' daddy used to tell me: "If you're talking about it instead of doing it, there's a reason you ain't doing it."
Wouldn't it have been easier to just fly out here, surprise me and try to fuck me up instead of warning me? I mean, my name and current town is all over this fucking blog and with all that money you have you could've went to a paid people locator and found out my exact address, flown here, knocked on my door and attempted to do what you're threatening.
But don't be surprised if you get your dumb ass shot in the process - you see, we're still allowed to own guns here and we take our self defense pretty fucking seriously.
I gotta tell ya, you don't impress me very much. You're not even smart enough to click that little red box with the X in it if you don't like what you're reading.
By the way, I wasn't a Marine, dumbass. I was in the Army.