Pacione must have been going back through his little black book. He hasn’t harassed Ben in some time.
Nicky’s demands of Rockcandy are simple:
- show your face
- get your head out of your ass
- fight me, so I can break your arms
This is a blast from the past. Pacione challenges Ben to a fight in which only Ben would give up anything if he lost. If Pacione loses, he gives up nothing. It’s a classic Pacione technique.
You want to go in a fight you got yourself a fist fight — I win you close your blog and remove every referrence you have about me and delete the stolen book from your hard drive.
First, the fight will never occur. Pacione is, after all, a man-child who ran away giggling when he met Peter Barnes. Second, Pacione can never prove that Ben, nor anyone else, actually has a purloined .pdf of one of his books. He can only suspect, and make baseless accusations.
Imagine for a moment the fight were to take place, and Pacione were to lose. A fait accompli, I know, but bear with me. I think Pacione’s punishment should be to stop writing, and confine himself to doing video blogs. Those, at least, are hilarious.
I think I hit a nerve with my previous entry. Today, Mr. Pacione felt compelled to explain his MySpace policy.
I don’t want the fucks from the other dark place stealing my blog entries, yes this is a common practice for them too. The fact they bragged about pirating books too and that pissed me off to no end the fact they are sending prank mails too which is a crock of shit. The fact we had to change our number one more time here because of the assholes that is a crock of shit, my family don’t need that. Not now, not ever.
Sure, he had to change his number again. If anyone is calling Granny, which I highly doubt, it’s most likely to be someone in Chicagoland, not someone from TODP. He needs to stop and think for a moment where his enemies are located — the enemies he’s made in person over the years, not merely the people he ticks off on a daily basis over the internet.
The rubber ducky was hilarious, but it’s far from harassment. Besides, it came from OK, not from northern IL. Unless the rubber ducky made the phone calls, I fail to see the connection. What this tells me is that he has no idea whatsoever who’s responsible for anything, so he accuses whatever convenient scapegoat pops into his pea-brain. It’s a “Who do I feel like hating today?” type of mentality.