Friday, May 13, 2005

Mysterious Charges

It's come to my attention that a demi-puppet lit-blogger is now claiming that recent anonymous posts on this blog were done by the ULA itself. No names mentioned. If this story is true, I'd like to know about it, as such behavior goes against everything the ULA stands for.

I've sent e-mails to the lit-blogger and to her source asking for clarification.

13 comments:

King said...

So far, total silence from the lit-blogger and her source to my request to them, via e-mails, for more information.
Who does she refer to?
If it's to the ULAer who sent those comments, I've contacted him. He's not Orlando. If the lit-blogger let's us know the name of her suspect, we can find out, we think, who "Orlando" is.
The ULAer does find it funny how GC "turns our exposing NEA/Awards frauds and blasting the MFA system into something like annoyance from a kid brother on vacation."
It's time for the two lit-bloggers concerned to produce their evidence.

King said...

The problem with the lit-world (one of them) is the tolerance of lies and corruption. Writers seem unable and unwilling to police their own house.
For instance, Sven Birkerts real problem is that he's an ENABLER-- instead of being a voice of integrity and conscience, he tolerates corruption all around him; the price for "going along."
Fine. But in this one little corner of the lit world-- this blog-- I DON'T have to tolerate such nonsense.
From now on, those who don't post under their real identities (or known pen names) here will be deleted. Sorry, but that's the way it is from hereon. To do otherwise is to open myself up to the kind of nonsensical charges made in recent days on the "Galley Cat" blog. (Who I'm STILL awaiting a response from.)

- Leopold said...

Yeah, IP addresses are not easy things to get. I'm curious how they'd happened to snag both Hogpokits' OR this supposed ULA member's IP. Blogger certainly doesn't let you track it, as we all know. Specious claims to go along with specious arguments; anonymous names, invisible evidence...

Emerson Dameron said...

Which lit-blogger made this allegation? Personally, I don't much care who Orlando was. I can guess who a lot of the other anonymites are.

- Leopold said...

I don't think I really care who either is...

Emerson Dameron said...

I know some of these people will set up pseudonymous Blogger accounts and keep the giggling fit alive, but c'mon, folks, you're better than that. I hereby issue a challenge: Show yourselves and argue like adults, or go away and write something you feel good about signing. Never forget: Those MFAs weren't cheap. Make Sven proud.

Orlando Hotpockets said...

I wrote in to express my own disgust at having anyone think of me as a ULAer. This was taken down.

Well, that proves it. You should just change your name to King Wuss.

Patrick @ LitVision said...

I started reading Karl's blog last September, and since then there's been less than a handful of people who have joined the discussion intelligently and in their own names.

Some of the most "fun" exchanges happen with faeries like Orlando, but there's been little to nothing of substance in that. I wish someone WOULD step up who could debate Karl, head to head, point to point, because it's been a virtually unimpeded slam-dunk for the ULA side so far.

As for Galley Cat, she needs to step up and reveal the so-called "fact" behind her vague May 10th claim, which even "Hotpockets" himself dismisses! Galley's using the same tactics as the late Senator Joe McCarthy, waving around a mysterious sealed envelope containing the names (and IP addresses!?) of "known Communists."

I'm a friend to all felines, literary or no. But come on Galley Cat...you're a bit older than i am...time to grow up, already!

Jeff Potter said...

'Twas me! Oh, 'twas! I derided Galley Cat for playing along with the Poopy Butt and for thinking that his anonymous little workshop frenzies even approach outULAing the ULA. Obviously, I signed my emails, but it's easy to recognize my streamy style. Maybe it's not netiquette to use private email with a name without permission. As if I would care.

It looks like she's lumping me in with whatever "hate mail" she got. My mockery of her MFAish frivolity is a far cry from the mail we get. I'm happy to stand by it, obviously. If she thinks it's cute to go along with ol' Poopy, she's welcome to him. I don't think he'll rub off well. She thinks he makes better sense than I do? That he's being more over the top than us by being anonymously poopy? Whew! Those MFAers will never see how badly they miss the point.

Her grammar is sadly botched in her allegation that "ULA spokesman" has an IP that matches HogPucket's. Does she mean me? We have HogPucket emails, too, and they don't match my IP. And I sure don't write like that hyped-up workshopper. I ain't no trained writer, more a reader. I only write about things no one else will, like treeforts and suburban Michigan. Maybe Galley will explain what she meant and tell us what she knows. But we're having a Net geek look into this whole IP thing on our end anyway.

And, yeah, it is bizarrely MFAish that Galley thinks that whoever this Pucket turns out to be will have any bearing on the "annoying" corruption we're exposing, the grants changes we've already provoked, and the wild writers we're launching on the scene this summer, in their faces.

King said...

It's strange that Nathalie ignored all the posts on my blog relating to corruption in the lit world-- then eagerly posted a link to a blog from a person without existence, who could be anybody-- a publishing company; a federal agent; a Nazi. Or maybe just a crank. Or maybe someone bothered by the ULA's revelations.
Anyway, I finally heard from her. We await public clarification of the matter-- she made some goofy accusations.(The ULA isn't in the habit of attacking itself!)
No word from "Ed Rants" yet, the other party.

frantic said...

Maybe those people are distracted by really working at writing, rather than just whinging about others' success.

Or maybe they just have lives.

King said...

For some of them, lives defined by sitting around the mansion interspersed with going to black-tie awards banquets.

frantic said...

for others, hard work at their art -- as opposed to weeping and howling like idiot children dropped on their heads