One of the more odd aspects of this little smear campaign came to light recently with a question by one of the roundtable members. "What is the deal with the owl?"
A bit of background here. Last year, while doing one of my site sales, I rode with the driver of the other truck since mine had bit the bullet. We were around Gainsville, going north on I-75 when my semi met up with an owl who picked a real bad time to fly across the highway. The result was one dead owl and a busted windshield.
As annoying as it was we continued the trip to the sale site, loaded up the cars and went back down to the new sale site in Eustis.
Now the incident is a mundane one. Anyone who has driven for a living or has driven often enough on the highways of this country in ANY kind of motor vehicle will, at some time, encounter wildlife.
The net result, is usually road kill, damage of some sort to the motor vehicle, and food for vultures.
Nothing would have come of this particular incident had I not decided to tell my "roomies" about it. Ordinarily telling someone about an encounter with an owl with a Tractor Trailer would be no big deal, but, unfortunately for me, there was a brain dead blogger in the wings ready to make a big deal out of it.
Among the many odd habits of this blogger, anything from pestering her generous relatives with fabricated charges of one or more federal criminal actions, is making a mountain out of a molehill.
One of the first things that happened is that she published an article in her insane blog questioning the fact the incident even happened. The article also contained the demand I provide a receipt for the replacement of said windshield. Every time I account this little tale, I always get the question or retort, WHAT?
I had to explain to them the obsession of the brain dead blogger who, for whatever reasons her shrink may know, has this odd habit or monitoring my chat room and recording every word, text or other content of it and reproducing the content in a number of locations she has on the internet,
In the midst of this never ending monitoring was the owl incident. I pointed out the many "mountain out of a molehill" articles this idiot and her followers create in order to fill what has to be the emptiest lives of a group of women on the internet.
I demonstrated to them that there are hours of worthless content of this nature on this brain dead blogger's blog and that of the others that are out there, created by her brainless minions.
They now understood that just about all the content of this brain dead blogger's blog and that of the others are the nothing more than the product of a bunch of crybabies, with no self esteem, no creative talent, and certainly no common sense.
We all then adjourned to go to our respective rooms and get some sleep.
All to the sounds of a lone owl hooting in a tree outside the lodge window.
MURT
