It's official, I have been attacked by a Republican.   The comment that was posted about me is below.  Here is a link directly to the site: http://myexerciseinfutility.com/2008/09/blog-disclaimer/
The Red side sure can be nasty!

The only response I will make is in reference to the Birthday party.  Everyone who didn't show more than made up for it by apologizing, taking me out or giving me a gift.  It was raining horribly that night and I cant fault anyone for choosing to stay dry. I know what you guys did and didn't want that to go unrecognized.

Comment by Rick Cloer or http://www.houseofcloer.com/
2008-09-24 01:35:53

Jeff recently wrote an article whereby he trashed his friend and roommate Coley, so I thought. Jeff’s work spoke about the nagging nature of Coley, and in his piece, Jeff used language that many consider vulgar. Since I am a subscriber to Mr. Jeff’s web blog, I exercised my right to make a friendly comment concerning the nature of Jeff and Coley’s relationship. It wasn’t meant to be anything other than short statement. I said something about a “friend” should be more encouraging. In turn, Jeff wrote a short response explaining the linguistic paradigm between he and Coley; it made sense. I, in turn, responded and made a short statement about how the chemistry between he and Coley was more complicated than an equation I learned while studying Calculus with Analytic Geometry during my pre-med days in college. Then, Coley’s cousin, Skyy, joined our conversation and made a cute response to my equation entry. I thought it was friendly, so I responded in kind.
My thoughts to Skyy took all of five minutes to write. The only distinctions in my note to him (as compared to others I’ve written in the past) were some equations I incorporated into my letter. Again, these formulas came from the advanced Calculus I remembered off the top of my head, nothing more. I thought what I wrote was hilarious and was proud of myself because the purpose of the Jeff’s blog (as you will see later) is to have fun! The problem came when I tried to merge the formulas into Jeff’s web blog, for they did not carry over. Since I don’t have an email address for Skyy, I asked either Coley or Jeff whether they could forward my correspondence to Skyy. This was the response I received from Coley:

“NO!
Nobody wants to hear a bunch of overthought, irrational shit. They are blog entries that are meant for fun, that’s it. The rest of us post and go on with our lives. Use your blog as you see fit. If you can’t reply on Jeffs blog then email Jeff that you’re having technical issue on his blog so he can fix it, but stop dragging other people who aren’t interested into your mess. If you want to email me, email me, don’t copy Jeff then say you did it to hear from me. My friends don’t want to hear this crap anymore than I do. All of us live far more than you do. You think we go to clubs, see Sex and They City and play on our Blackberrys and we do. But we also go for walks ALL over this city, have been to museums, go to dinner and enjoyed what “we like” this city has to offer. Since you sit in judgement of us and our choices why do look at our blogs, call people who don’t call you and want to spend time with us? Maybe YOU need to find like minded people to socialize with instead of inviting yourself somewhere to be with people who watch Sex and…, go to clubs and type on Blackberrys. Your problem is you’re the ONLY one who doesn’t undertand MINE and Jefferys relationship (my 60 year old Mother saw the entry and laughed) EVERYBODY elese does and if they don’t they could care less.

None of your equations will ever be potent because nobody cares but you. Let it go, you’re becoming a joke.”

Coley completely missed the point of my entry, and was very ugly in the process. He asked, “why do [you] look at our blogs?” I don’t mind to tell the world that it was Coley who sat at my dining room table and begged me to be a subscriber to his uninspiring blog page because he wanted to have more subscribers than Jeff. As a friend, I felt obligated to read most of his entries, but after reading this ugly passage, take me off your subscriber list, Coley. The more I think about it, this is a man who has needed me far more than I have ever needed him. I have helped him so many times it isn’t funny. For example on August 13, 2003, Mr. Coley came to me and asked for a favor. I helped him without blinking an eye, and I have never pursued it because he was my friend Coley. And, on March 15, 2004, Mr. Coley asked for another favor; guess what, I was there for him. I have never asked for anything in return. Oh, and last year when I did not own a car, I walked for two miles with a birthday gift in hand just to spend time with Coley. I was one of only three “friends” who showed up to spend time with him. And what did he do for my birthday? I received a phone call, that’s it. And, earlier this year when he needed boxes and such to help him move, who went to his job on a Saturday to find boxes because Coley wasn’t prepared to move. Who donated his books and such to the library (things he was going to throw away) so others can benefit from the Joyce Myers books and the countless Videos and music CDs. You guessed it, me. I could continue, but he has made me very livid.
Finally, on October 11th, I am visiting New York, and one of the things I wanted to do was give Coley a birthday gift I purchased when I found out that he wanted a shirt that had Superman, Wonder Woman, and Batman on it. Tomorrow that shirt is going to the store where I found it, and on October 11th, I will not go out of my way to spend time with Coley because I know he does not value my friendship (at this point I wonder whether he ever did).
There is a saying where I am from about a pot and a kettle, well, this applies. You’re right Coley, I need to let you go because while I am becoming a joke, you are a joke. You know, I should have seen this coming, but after 16 years of friendship, I suppose I was settled. I wish to retract my subscription from Reinvention of a Virginia Native