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that's the link, the entry reads:
Open Letter to Joe Ball
Dood. So sorry i didnt recognize you at the halloween party! Guess i didnt imagine that an egotistical douche like you would literally have his ignorant "girlfriend" painting him completely gold sitting there in a thong. I heard that you titled your costume- A God. Weird!
But you recognized me even though i was dressed like a female caped crusader, of course this was as you paused to be a drunken piece of shit and berate me and challenge me to fight you. I was all, What!?
I bet we're both still trying to figure out why i've still been nice to you. You were one of my best friends. I mean, even after last year when you complained to me that i wouldnt "let you fuck your girlfriend". I know that we had a non traditional relationship, but- Oops, you didnt think to ask her? Hmmm.
Even after i helped you find your glasses at a party because you tried to kiss her at a party and she punched you in the face, knocking them off. (What was i thinking, you fucking fuck?)
Even after women in our community of friends came forward to say that you made (and continue to make) them feel uncomfortable by cornering them, being physically aggressive, trying to get them alone, fucking them with your eyes, plying them with alcohol, pushy, and generally making them think that you're a sexual predator. This is unacceptable in our community, especially given that you style yourself as an "anarcho-activist-feminist
.. male bodied individual".
Even after that guy in the restaurant in Portland heard me say your name and leaned over to tell me in detail how you got his girlfriend drunk and date raped her. (Im kicking my own ass for this one. How many others!?)
Even after you repeatedly lied to my friends about me, tried to start shit with me every time that you saw me, wreck my relationships, job prospects, bad mouth me constantly -all in the name of scapegoating me as the cause of the problems that you continue to have with your relationships, home, and jobs.
There's much more, but dood! It was a long time ago that you wanted to get an arbitration at the community center because i was continuing to "not let you fuck my girlfriend".
Get. Over. It.
Yeah, i realize you know karate, but i know enough people who would be very interested in holding you down on the ground so we can take turns spitting in your fucking face. So this is me not being nice to you anymore. Or quiet about a manic, alcoholic, violent sexual predator in our community.
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