2/13/22

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

The reason for this blog, as always, is that Susan Sarandon keeps proving, again and again, what an enormous asshole she is.

Looking forward to the Glorious Revolution when Susan Sarandon's millions will be liberated and distributed among the proletariat




It's been a while since I checked to see what bullshit my former friend Bob has been spewing. 

It's been over three years since we had a falling out because I dared argue with the dictator wanna-be's Twitter friends about Hillary Clinton and Susan Sarandon.

The fact that this was all it took to end a 40-year friendship tells you everything you need to know about what that "friendship" was.

We would likely have stopped being friends long ago except that I was performing services for him. Like setting up his blog, creating its logo, paying for his domain name, sympathizing with him when he called me after his mother died. I doubt he even knows what year my father died - I never felt close enough to him to talk to him about such things. We never had a reciprocal "friendship."

The only thing you can do with narcissists is get away from them as fast as possible. I regret it took me so long to get away from an obsessive defamer like Bob Reverend Bookburn.

And Bob's isn't an ordinary obsession. I had to laugh out loud when I read this complete wackiness he posted on his defamatory hate-site:

In the event of my death, this (web site he created to attack me with the most over-the-top bullshit imaginable) and the Rev. Bookburn site at Blogspot - the only real Rev page - will continue in trustworthy hands. That has been made official. Even in death, there will be no silence in response to the psychostalker's fake page!


Yeah Bob, I'm sure generations to come will be telling the tale of the two old people who had a falling out. If you do have a friend who has pledged to keep your hate-site going after your death, they are an even bigger asshole than you are.

How transparent his lies are, about my character. If I had always been as horrible as he claims, why did he continue to associate with me? Is this his way of admitting that he was just using me all these years, pretending to be my friend?

Of course there is no logic there. My former friend Bob has always been vicious towards anybody who crossed him. And now he's vowed to keep attacking me from beyond the grave.

His egomania and obsession and hate-frenzy are so extreme you have to laugh. He feels so powerful with his tiny obscure blogs:

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Fortunately the only possible reason I would have anything to do with him now would be through a court of law.