This week: Fuck the fuckers
I am furious.
Since it’s the last month of my Project, I wanted to talk about the positive things I’ve learned over the year. Things like how to be grateful and how to enjoy the small pleasures in my day-to-day life. Today, I wanted to talk about bucket lists. But there’s been a change of plan. We need to talk about fuckers.
What’s a fucker?
A fucker is a person who brings you down. He or she is a person who makes you feel sadness or stress or anger or discontent.
I feel all of those things right now.
This morning, I punched in a search on the internet. I wanted to find a picture for today’s post. Surprisingly, the search turned up an image from my own blog.
How very strange. This is clearly a mistake.
Sadly, it wasn’t a mistake. When I clicked the image, it sent me to another site. After perusing the site for a few minutes, I realized that it had been stealing my posts in their entirety since November. With no credit back to this blog.He has also posted pictures of minors and original artwork from other blogs as his own without permission or credit to the original source.
I’d like to say that I handled the situation with class and dignity. I’d say it, but I’d be lying. I sent a very unladylike message to the owner of the site. I also spent most of the morning contacting the other blogs that have unknowingly supplied this motherfucker thief with material.
I don’t have a funny story for you today. I do, however, have a request.
If you are a blogger, please take a minute to do an internet search of key phrases from your blog. Make a list of ten or fifteen things that are signature “you” phrases. Maybe search for the names of your kids or pets or the name of that unfortunate date you talked about two years ago. Add a Google Alert for key phrases and your blog name. Once a month, type your own name into an internet search.
I am not linking to the offending site because I refuse to give them traffic.
Pattrick- You got found out. You should run. (Y’all it’s a GUY who spells his name with two T’s. I don’t want to crack a smile here, but I can’t help it. Oh Pattrick, you weird son of a bitch.)
I’d like to punch this fool, but instead, I’m going to put on my Big Peoples Pants and try to calmly resolve the situation- by eating some Necco wafers and watching Little House on the Prairie.
Friends, I need some tips. How do you stay calm when your inner gangsta wants to come out?
image via dominik.soup.io
