Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Commenters Must Now Post ID at LS

Recently we've had one or more strange commenters on this blog who've taken other commenters' names and posted, publicly wished for the death of my small children, and had sexual fantasies about the president that they've attributed to me and others on the blog.

It's somewhat reminiscent of Deborah Frisch, the psychology prof at Arizona State University, who harassed fellow-bloggers for years under various pseudonyms, wishing someone would "JonBenet" (used as a verb) his children, and also attributed bizarre sexual conduct to conservative bloggers. Frisch's remarkable lunacy has now been documented and frames a profile of the extreme left cyberstalker. She has now lost her position at Arizona State University, and has been unemployed for several years, but this only accelerated her belligerence, and subsequent appearance before criminal courts.

Frisch has been arrested and convicted of cyberstalking, a crime which in Oregon is partially defined by the rules governing stalking (c is the most pertinent to our own case, but B is also to be used here, including remarks about individual's sexual preferences, and/or lack of ability to perform, etc.):

Harasses or annoys another person by:
(A) Subjecting such other person to offensive physical contact;
or
(B) Publicly insulting such other person by abusive words or
gestures in a manner intended and likely to provoke a violent
response;
(b) Subjects another to alarm by conveying a false report,
known by the conveyor to be false, concerning death or serious
physical injury to a person, which report reasonably would be
expected to cause alarm; or
(c) Subjects another to alarm by conveying a telephonic { + ,
electronic + } or written threat to inflict serious physical
injury on that person or to commit a felony involving the person
or property of that person or any member of that person's family,
which threat reasonably would be expected to cause alarm.


Since we have indeed been now subjected to several of these (Especially under B and c), we have instituted a new blogger ID program which should be able to help police this site, and keep it relatively safe for users, and to ID any leftist or other perpetrators who use such terroristic tactics in order to silence legal speech by commenters on this site.

There ARE further steps we can take, including making commenters sign up at Google.com, in order to comment. Another step is that we can moderate the comments, and tighten even further the identification necessary to speak. In an age when leftist goons rise up out of the swamps of the night wanting totalitarian control of discourse (this seems to have worsened since we've gotten the new president), I can only say that I will do what I can within the law, and using all the means of the law, to keep this site safe for commenters, and safe for a wide variety of legal discourse.

Anyone who steps out of that sphere (known to all normal and moral beings, but use the above statutes from the Oregon law as guidelines if you're unsure), will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.

There are repercussions in the free world for attempting to silence discourse through terror. Deborah Frisch is the first leftist goon to discover this, but I'm almost certain she won't be the last. In general, I would prefer that comments here remain about ideas, and not become personal, or targeted at a specific person, or their sexual preferences, or even their lack of education, imagined or otherwise. Not everyone has had the opportunities we have had to educate ourselves, and I want the relatively uneducated to feel free to speak here. Common sense is something that academics often lack, and can learn from. Conservatives and centrists will also be monitored, but in general, I haven't had any trouble (or as much trouble) from these quarters, nor seen any trouble from those quarters on any of the blogs I've frequented. This doesn't mean that I won't! I would prefer that people who come here think of this as a teetotaler's seminar (I don't drink), rather than as a beer picnic, or free-for-all, in which anything can be vouchsafed, and in which people can and should show up in just any state, saying things about other people's mothers, and children.

Anyone especially who mentions the death of anyone's children here will become subject to full pursuit by the law in the interests of children's safety, the highest value of Luther and Lutherans, if not of Breton and the surrealists. In this matter, we seriously side with the Lutherans. Leave people's children alone.

38 comments:

G. M. Palmer said...

w00t.

Good for you, Kirby.

I had a similar experience on a poetry forum with a stalker -- though he was allegedly very far right, so there you go.

It was creepy for me, as I don't try to hide who I am (because, well, once I get a book or ten of poetry out, I want yalluns to buy em for presents and stuff) and he threatened to "report me" for making racist comments (I made a joke poem about Clinton supporters being upset because they had been bested by a "ninja" -- the commentary was supposed to be about the inherent racism of Clinton's anti-Obama remarks but I suppose it was over his head. . . oh well).

People on teh internetz is clazy.

If you REALLY want to get them back, you could always post the offending IP addresses at 4chan.org/b/ (note, don't ever go there if you are at all able to be offended -- it is truly the asshole of the internet) and tell folks they be threatening to kill kids & stuff. But that would just be a sort of reverse stalking, so probably not an advisable thing.

Conservotarian Emmy said...

Good show, Kirby. I've just got Jacques re-hooked up with his Google account so we're both good to go!

I'm really glad that you stood up to that idiot who isn't even worth the dirt on your shoe (not that you don't have immaculately clean shoes!)

Also, if people don't want to go through the five minute sign up process in order to write on your blog their comments probably aren't worth hearing anyway, so don't worry about losing reader/writership!

Very proud of you, Kirby!

Ed Baker said...

what does this mean?

what does a n y t h i n g mean?

and,

who is ean? I just am now more confused...

can I still call a Moron a
Moron?

not sure my Right from my Left anymore!

Ed Baker said...

what does this mean?

what does anything...mean

can I still call a Moron a MORON!

and

will y'all right-wingers track my every fucking word?

geeze...

Kirby Olson said...

Ed, you're harmless. You can say anything you please.

Remember, this is a recent phenomenon, and you have been here for at least a year. Don't feel targeted.

Yes, you may call us morons, if you must. We just want to know who's saying what, so as to protect ourselves. Lately there has been a completely deranged individual on here.. Even when you call me a moron, it feels safe, coming from you.

Brett said...

Guess I wasn't around when that creepy shit went down.

I think that explicit threats are always offensive - which is why equating a political position with offensiveness almost always leads to some sort of evil censorship.

But then again, aren't there some political positions which Are inherently offensive? And who draws the line?

Ah, I love how uncertain the universe is.

And I'm feeling nicer all of a sudden - sorry for the spiels, Jacques! Well, sort of. I just think it's a waste for any of the really smart peeps on here to get into pissing matches, especially when we start pissing on each other, or think that shitting on others will lift us up. We just end up sinking into it ourselves, you know...

Gross. Sorry for that one, kinda. I mean, Dante was grosser, no?

Maybe the have-to-have-an-identity-thing will help us keep it even realer, too.

Brett said...

Oops, my logic didn't quite follow. Had some gaps.

Meant to say that we must censor that which is threateningly offensive and not political positions.

Yet are there not political positions which are inherently threateningly offensive?

And then shouldn't they then be censored?

And who draws the line?

(

Kirby Olson said...

Everyone is entitled to their own political position. But the point is that everyone else is entitled to their political position. What we're not entitled to do is to terrorize someone else into assuming our own political position.

Is that clear?

I like the photos! I guess mine is always up, so it's no problem?

J A DeLater said...

Kirby, brett, all:

Kirby:

Thanks (!) for taking resolute action in all this and for recounting the sad example (which I followed several years ago, 'cause Eugene ["Blue-Jean"], Orygon was my home for nine or so years (where I worked at hospital and took my first MA [in history] from the U of Oregon) of Dr Deborah Frisch, cyberstalker of a conservative blogger and his family, as Kirby's posting delineates quite clearly. Well, I studied enough psych as an ungergrad (and subsequent readings as well as some experience working in a mental ward in Eugene) and to gain a minor and enough to agree with Agatha Christie' work-a-day Inspector Japp: "Psychologists!? Most of 'em 'r balmy themselves!"

Second, brett, my hand in amity, for perhaps this is an opportunity for us all to begin anew--though we'll doubtless disagree in
future--yet let us have this our moment as of the end of the Shakespeare or Mozart comedy--or perhaps, for you "visual" aficionados, Fellini--or, as Spenser has it, in his "Epithalamium," "for a short time an endless moniment [sic]") when all characters are in harmony after a crisis of confusion and a subsequent recognition of their proper places in the universe. Or also as Philip Larkin has it more recently: "Such attics cleared of me!" Best to all, a bientot,

James Albert DeLater ("Jacques Albert")

Ed Baker said...

hey JA

Eugene 1974

Angela Jung Palandri at where you went to school
gave me my Chinese name

then,
she sent me up to Portland
where Wing K. Leong made my chop..

do you know either?

I mostly 'hung out' around Corn Valley

J A DeLater said...

Ed:

Where's "Corn Valley," Ed? I lived on NW 28th in Portland (in 1983-85) and then five blocks off Burnside on F Steet and 19th with my son Jean-Paul, then near the Colosseum (1986-89) then near Portland State, where I taught from 1989-91, then Sellwood (near the bridge) with my son and a girlfriend in 1991, then ended up just off 21st St NW in a girlfriend's flat they used for the flick "Drugstore Cowboy" with John Revolta. Then off to my fellowship in Vancouver and the U of British Columbia just ahead of gamblin' creditors and angry husbands (joke!).

Ended up in Blue Jean two blocks from the hospital where I worked (Sacred Heart) with my then 8 yr old son, whom I reared (he's a carpenter in Portland at present). Came to BJ in 1971 and stayed 'till 1980, whereupon I set sail for Europe with a girlfriend and a six months' bicycle trip thru Europe (covered 4000 miles), and met relatives and friends in Belgium, France, and Italy.

Sorry, don't know the names you gave me; give me more names and/or places, and maybe we''l connect on one.
Best, Ed, and bottoms up!
James

G. M. Palmer said...

well, EB and JA, nice to find you still happy and alive (and quite a looker [to ape Brett] Ms Bee) and not taken over by pod people.

woo us!

jh said...

this is one of the strangest aspects of cyberspace of blogspace in particular
i recall a few years ago when i wsa first posting blogposts i would get these really freaky commentators and when i would click on their handle it would be in russian...then lead by clicks to porn and whatnot
i decided back then to follow the path of basic decency i don't mind a vulgarity here and there when commenting but it seems like something worthwhile happens when people make the effort to be civil or at least humorous in a nonbelittleing way
ID it is
still with the circus pal

j

Ed Baker said...

twas Corvallis, Oregon

1973- ish

and, Chip Bubl, with his Press there in Blodget


produce a run of 250 copies of The City


which is scanned on my site...

via a letter or an email I will "name names" otherwise

I have certain limits on what goes out publicly:

what dd Charles Olson say?


"the private becomes public
and the public is
where we behave"


or some such

Craig said...

Until this Gatesgate incident it never would have occurred to me that Ichiro only got into the major leagues because Japanese investors own a big chunk of the team that employs him. Just can't understand why that Wakamatsu guy keeps him in the lineup, though, when there are so many talented young American ballplayers deserving of a chance to show their stuff.

jh said...

hey craig
i think when it comes time to play ball
no matter what the sports babblers say
johann santana will dominate
it may only take the mets through the playoffs
but dominate he will

i like cultural color in bball
when it's world series time
it's really world series time

sorry about ignoring you
and your geographical and culturally relevant comments
seems like your tracking a marginal theme in lutheran surrealism
impertinance and

wo wrove bosoboll

i think the professional pitchers mound should be back at least 5 ft

sometimes it seems like people are working two computers and they forget in the moment it takes to switch computers which computer they are actually on and they end up commenting on things on one blog that they meant for another

what's this jewelry doing in my oatmeal

what a strange world

j

Wendy said...

People are so weird in cyberspace. Actually it reminds me of when I first posted a few comments here, some guy clicked over to my blog. I had left too much personal info up and he started tracking me down. I think his handle was Senor Frog, or something. Scary.

I'll try my gmail address, or I may have to use the cat's address.

Wendy

Wendy Hoke said...

trying one more time to see if photo posts as well.

Kirby Olson said...

Wendy, I remember that guy. He was interested in set theory and Hobbes.

Maybe this situation will be better, but don't forget we can all still be stalked, as this is still open to readers, if not to all writers -- only those who are willing to sign up.

Jacques, you lived all over Portland. I lived in Beaverton for one year -- 2000 to 2001. It was some kind of renting community next to a Fred Meyer's. I was teaching at the Portland Community College in Rock Creek. Portland has a really strange shape, and one finger of it goes all the way out to Beaverton.

Elk passed through the back yard of the Community College, and we would all go to the back window to watch them pass through.

But Beaverton had gone from 6000 residents to 120,000 in ten years, and the place was very strange. They had paved creek banks, which led to lots of flooding.

I loved Portland and miss Powell's.

Kirby Olson said...

If we still sustain problems, we can still go to a closed readership. I guess that's the equivalent of a gated community, but you know, those do exist for a reason.

J A DeLater said...

Kirby:

Yes, I taught part-time in Beaverton for a few years back in the late 80s, then in Hillsboro until 1989, when I decided to pursue the PhD. Did you teach at the Rock Creek campus? Or?

Craig said...

Thanks for your acknowledgement, JH, and speaking of gated communities, I'm a little more concerned about golf right now than baseball. I've been following a full field (128 players) match play tournament online where my youngest brother is the host pro. It's actually a tournament that I caddied in 44 years ago when I was almost 12 years old. It's a ladies tournament, limited to distaff members of more than 30 private country clubs, including Sahalee, Broadmoor, Rainier, Seattle Golf Club and a long pecking order of others that most people couldn't find on a map. Hosting it is such an ordeal that the clubs require exceptional approval to host more than once every 30 years, and it's scheduled 20 years in advance so the clubs will have adequate time to accumulate and prepare the necessary resources. The members of the club have no access to the course for five days, unless they choose to participate as spectators or volunteers. Perhaps a dozen of the players are capable of breaking 80 on a bet, but generally we're talking handicaps in the 20s and 30s. Match play is so much more personal than medal play, especially when the statewide prestige of your club is on the line. My brother wasn't born yet and the club where he works didn't yet exist when I lugged clubs for the wife of a local newspaper editor nearly half a century ago, and it's only now that I've come to realize that the experience scarred me for life. They're three days into the tournament at this point with the semi-finals and 36 hole final still to be played. I understand the temperature has gauged over 100 degrees every day this week, a bit unusual for western Washington.

Matthew said...

So I guess I'm less technically savvy than the rest of you here. Not that I'm a Luddite or anything, I'm just a bit behind the curve. Does this mean I have to go through some new process to post in the future?

J A DeLater said...

No, Matthew, you already have a blogger or google account. You're fine!

I think it was only Jacques and I who weren't using blogger or google accounts to log in.

(Emmy Bee using Jacques's thingie)

Kirby Olson said...

Yes, James, I was at the Rock Creek campus. I loved it there. I filled in for one-year for the chair of the department who had a sabbatical, or a year off due to a baby (I can't remember her circumstances!).

It was an ideal place from which to garner interviews because when I was living in Finland it was really hard to get campus interviews, I think because people assumed I was a Finn, and therefore ineligible for work at most US campuses (it's very expensive to get a green card for visiting faculty, and the visiting faculty with green cards have rights that I don't quite understand, but if you have to relocate them, you have to pay for their entire family to return to their country of origin).

It was my only experience in a community college. They had open admissions, and that was a sight. Some of the students weren't even basically literate. Most were fine, though.

I especially loved the Shakespeare class!

we lived in a place called Waterhouse, near the Fred Meyers, right across from some giant park.

Once a week all summer we'd go to Hillsboro to the Dairy Queen.

Craig said...

It's official now. Fairwood's hippie chick versus Rainier's flapper doodle in the 36 hole state title match. Both clubs are in Renton at the south end of Boeing Field so it's a cross-town, east of the river, west of the river, grudge match. Rainier is on East Marginal just off the Duwamish waterway. It's old money, founded in 1920, close on the heels of Seattle Golf Club for the distinction of oldest club in the state. They have a dress code. You can wear shorts or a skirt, but it can never ride up more than 4 inches above the knee. The arrivistes at Fairwood are far more casual. They still allow hotpants. It was founded in 1968 and it's out in the country, six or eight miles up the Maple Valley highway. My money's on Fairwood, even though the hippie chick is probably giving away two or three strokes in handicap.

Craig said...

Oops, I had it reversed. The Rainier flapper doodle, a computer analyst raised in Valdosta GA and a star 20 years ago on the University of Memphis golf team, is giving away two strokes to the Fairwood hippie chick, a local realtor. Both have won the title previously.

Rainier's belle is the defending champ, gunning for her third consecutive title and her fifth in the last eight years. The challenger from Fairwood is after her second title. Her previous victory came in the twilight of the Clinton presidency.

The tournament website reports now that they will attempt to liveblog the 36 hole final.

jh said...

wow o wow craig
is it ladies match play
or just scuffle ball
with a whiff of gin

i'd caddie for tips

j

jh said...

i retraced and read back
it is match play
i got a litle excited about that
i love it when women
are fully stretched after the drive

fore

j

Craig said...

Results are in. New money from the Woodstock era trumped the old money of the jazz age, 2 & 1. The hippie chick with the 3 handicap clearly wouldn't have won without the stroke per nine she got from the 1 handicap Memphis belle. The host club, like totally parvenu, had finalists in the 3rd, 4th, 6th, 8th, 9th, 10th and 12th flights, but lost six of the seven matches, mostly to old money clubs. Half of the field had been eliminated by Wednesday and their comments on the blog indicate they had a great time, despite losing, and they loved being able to follow the championship match at home on a real-time live blog.

Ed Baker said...

Craig,
what the fuck are you talking about?

I just disconnected from all them bull-shit cable chanels.. especially the golf crap!

over the air is free and enough bull-shit to satisfy!

Craig said...

Ed,

It's about what you were saying when you quoted Charles Olson about the private being public. Country clubs are private by nature and their wealth and social networks tend to dwarf the influence of the state. Blogging, at least for the time being, is free, just like the airwaves, at least if you don't mind or can get past the commercials. Cable television doesn't mind providing twelve hours a day of live coverage for the major tournaments and big matches like the Ryder or the Solheim Cup because they know that while golf has a small audience, it consists of people who know how important it is to have both a Rolex and a Cadillac. Public television doesn't really do the same thing for the small audience that knows the importance of tempering Milton with Spenser and Bunyan with Donne. People get bombarded on television with golf coverage and once in awhile there is enough drama in it to interest the vast majority of viewers who don't play. But you don't have to go to Augusta National or the Royal and Ancient to experience the drama of golf. It's an integral part of community life all over the world at this point, even in China, but it's drama that happens inside gated communities and blogging is turning that inside out, making what had been private far more public. Your neighbors aren't going to come out to the golf course to watch some little old lady shoot 106, but they will come out to see a match between a couple of women who were good enough for tour golf twenty years ago go at each other hammer and tong for eight hours in 100 degree heat, especially if they're both still scratch golfers. There's no better way for the club to recruit new members than by hosting such an event.

J A DeLater said...

Ed, yeah, me n' Emmy haven't had TV for effing yrs, tho' we DOO watch DVDs or VHS tapes after a vigourous Lateen, Frainch, n' "Ol' Anguish session n' the ev'nin (Em's reevyoo languages--las' nite, "Tango Bar" (we've both th' Carlos Gardel (1930s ?) n' the Raoul Julia (1980s) versions. To-nite: "Cafe Flesh" ("nix fur die kinderin," Kirby!), one nite only! No golf or TV bowling need apply . . .

Brett said...

Ah, but Kirby - what if a political position is inherently threatening, or 'terrorizing,' to someone else?

A black man might feel threatened by someone with segregationist viewpoints.

A gun-owner might feel threatened by someone with an anti-gun stance.

Someone in a union might feel threatened by the anti-union crowd.

A gay man might feel threatened by someone who expresses an opinion that 'God Hates Fags.'

And on and on.

A general viewpoint or idea can be quite threatening to a specific person...

Does the threat of physical harm have to be involved? If someone expresses the viewpoint that another should be given less freedom, that can be just as scary.

No?

And Emmy, not to be snooty, but we're in public - put some clothes on!

G. M. Palmer said...

Brett -- bite your tongue -- Emmy Bee can wear what she wants to.

Brett said...

Someone's walking around naked outside, and the conservatives are all about defending it, GM?

Weird.

She can wear what she wants to. But shouldn't she wear Something?

If Kirby put up a picture of himself in his whitie-tighties, that'd receive a similar (if, in fact, harsher) reaction.

I guess I directly connect it to silly ads on myspace etc. for sketchy dating sites, since that pose and lack o' clothes is a pretty standard set-up for those ads, and so I had an immediate 'negative' connection...

I just wonder, Emmy, what the, ya know, selection process was for that? I'm sure we all put Some thought into the picture we put up - it is, just like our words, a representation of us that we put out there - Matt's playin' a guitar, I'm toasting ya with a big ol' glass of beer, GM's proud of his daughter (my assumption about the little girl dancing...hopefully close to a correct one)...and Emmy's seemingly naked, wrapped in a sheet, and lookin' up at us.

Am I the only one who was surprised by that?

G. M. Palmer said...

I suppose you're the only one who was un-pleasantly surprised.

I mean, you're supporting alcoholism and shit.

Conservative != prude.

You obviously haven't spent any time around Catholics.

Not that I am (or really did growing up -- Southerner, you know).

But me and all my crazy conservative friends used to do things like play D&D and Magic in the buff either before or after spending copious amounts of time in a crowded hot tub.

Just because we could.

And, I suppose, because we were in Florida -- you know, where you can do that sort of thing over New Year's.

Beats hell out of hoisting a tankard of horse pee bundled up like a Sherpa.

Kyle said...

Sorry to hear about this. That's very sad people take the anonymity of the internet as a license to be a monster.

 
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