OMG!!! OMG!!! OMG!!!
OK, so remember the Fucker Who Blocked Me?
So, a few weeks ago, on his official Facebook group, there was the following:
I don’t need to tell you what I did next, right?
And to my utter shock, I got a postcard!!!!
I was going to add “from him” to that previous sentence, but I suspect it wasn’t technically from him, I am sure one of his lackeys wrote it.
The postmark does not reveal from where it was sent, but the dates jibe, because, according to his schedule on his official website (he can’t block me from that!), he was indeed in San Francisco the week after this was written. And he does perform in Las Vegas. Which brings up a thought: I wonder what would have been written if he’d gotten a request from someone who lives in a city in which he doesn’t perform?
But here’s something else: how many lackeys does he have? Because my last name is kind of rare (even though there was one of us on the Mayflower). According to one genealogy site it is listed 19,516 times in their database, whereas his last name appears 1,691,495 times. So, I am thinking the writer of that postcard is someone different from the receiver of the “need to do a fat chick” email and/or the Instagram blocker.
But wouldn’t you let your entire staff know the name of a potential stalker? I sure would. They need to get their act together.
