It is the bane of every writer’s existence to have to put up with trolls. Even one of my all-time favorites – Edgar Allan Poe – had to tolerate the existence of a troll. (Only they called themselves “critics” back then.)
Unfortunately, I’ve got one attached to me that I lovingly refer to as ChinaMike. China Mike runs a website that purports to detail the latest news in a sci-fi/fantasy. In truth, he’s a sewage-sucking punk that makes the Hollywood Gossip Columnists of the 30s & 40s look like Edward R. Murrow.
ChinaMike – called that because the great Larry Correia exposed ChinaMike’s website as being propped up by traffic from Chinese Web Bots that made up 92% of his website’s visitors – decided I needed to be destroyed because I had the nerve to send a free book to a ComicCon in Wisconsin as part of a free giveaway for attendees after the Con’s Guests of Honor bailed out at the last minute.
I even tried to bury the hatchet with him – sent him a free copy of my book too – and he quickly called me a liar. Apparently, he recently added a “little weasel” (e-mailed to my friend Oscar who pointed out the flaw in ChinaMike’s attack) to the list of insults he wants to hurl my way.
For the most part, I’ve moved on. But not ChinaMike. Give a look at a screenshot from his website (no links to that haven of vile scumbaggery):
First, he’s a fucking liar. I don’t want to be mentioned in the sewer pit he calls a website and never did. I’ve never once asked him to mention me, feature a book or an award on this sewer pit of a website. I just wanted him to stop slandering my name. If
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