The Internet IS Forever

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Comments rejected from my update on Rosey Vanderboegh:

Fort Hunt Park, Virginia, 19 April 2010.
Writing about the fictional run-up to a civil war, I am trying to avoid a real one. I hope people will read Absolved and class it as a "useful dire warning" as David Brin calls the genre. By warning folks of the unintended consequences of their actions, I hope to avoid them myself.And, oh, by the way, for those of you who have been flogging me about when Absolved will be done -- here it is. (Holds up a thumb drive.) My part is done, and it will be sent off to the editor and publisher next week.
Fort Hunt Park, Virginia, 19 April 2010.
Bullshit.Fucking liar.
hummus abedin 

and

Hey, Dipshit…You do know that the internetis forever, until the servers go offline?
hummus abedin 

Those track with another, comment rejected from an earlier piece I wrote when Mike was hospitalized and the doctors gave him a month to live:

Cav Med said... Your excuse-making about “Absolved” omits the little fact about Mike telling the world at Fort Hunt in 2010 that the novel was complete and sitting on a little thumb drive that he held up and waived around. Watch the video; you’ll see him say that. As one of his raving defenders, you must also know what happened to the $ sent for the pre-sales of the novel as well. 
Because fuck all of you fraudulent "No More Free Waco" faggots.

Evidently there is a seething hatred and resentment this defect intends to carry with him to the grave.

He's referring to this.

And ignoring Mike's mea culpa directly addressing that, and the subsequent encouraging discussion that took place over five years ago. It's a dead non-issue, at least for normal people.

But not for this worm. He's evidently consumed with a need to piss on the memory of a better man when presented an opportunity.  And, naturally, to do it anonymously.

I'm done with you, Cav Med or Huma, or whatever you want to call yourself to avoid personal accountability for revenge attacks against a dead man you still feel compelled to make. That says a lot about what you must be like in real life. And talk about living in your head rent-free. 

If you've been financially injured by Mike's actions and stiffed on an"Absolved" deposit, sue his estate. But I've allowed your best shots here and now you're done -- no more comments for you. 

You can slither away now.

How Vanderboegh Profits from Cancer

Evidently Mike isn't dying fast enough to suit Kerodin. [More]

Still attacking a dying man.  Classy. And just nasty/ugly.

Kerodin's "Igor," the psychopath douche who trolls under the handle "Cav Med," and some other steaming stool sample signing as "Not an Imaginary Friend" are now insinuating this is all some grand scheme to solicit donations, and that rather than the medication regimen prolonging life and providing more periods of alertness, Mike (and I by default) must be scamming supporters  -- after all, he said he was going to be dead by now!

You can tell they're total cowards because they attack real people from the shadows while masking their own identities from even virtual repercussions, making it fair to wonder who they really are, who they really serve, and even, as has been suggested to me, if they're not just alter egos of convenience.

But, full confession: Mike may have been wrong with me about his prognosis, too. I spoke with him yesterday, and he pronounced it was going to be his last day of life based on how he felt. I haven't spoken with him today, but I haven't heard anything either. Somehow though, I don't think he was scamming me, especially since I went down to see him at the end of April and then interviewed him the first week in June, and saw his physical condition for myself. The screenshot I took for that should have been enough to shock his friends who haven't seen the disease progress.

Then again, maybe I'm part of the scam. Money, money, money! Mike's daughter took the above dated photos (I got the title of this post from the email subject) so everyone could see how well he's "faking" this to rake in all that loot from the suckers.  Man, is he showing you!

Were it solely up to me, I would not have highlighted this. But it was important to my friend, so I'm subordinating my own preferences and judgment to do this post for him.

What I did want to focus on -- and this actually occupied the bulk of our phone call -- was Mike's reminder that there are plenty of people out there calling themselves "Three Percenters' who really have no idea what the concept means beyond a vague notion of the estimated number of colonists who took up arms against the crown.

He wanted me to emphasize that you can't understand the true meaning of the Three Percent unless you embrace the catechism and heed the valediction.

And that's why Mike thought it important to once again call out the difference between true Three Percenters and those who have appropriated the name but not the principles. It's not a question of him fixating on those who pervert his legacy, it's his last act of love for his friends and followers. Don't misunderstand his motives here: He's doing what he can to his dying breath to make sure that legacy is not supplanted by a hollow imitation.

That unfortunately means we can't avoid looking at the character of Mike's detractors, bearing in mind Kurt Hofmann's maxim:

"I believe that being despised by the despicable is as good as being admired by the admirable."