[Warning: rough language ahead. Sensitive souls should skip this post. -- Patterico]
The Internet truly has no shortage of scum. First it was Deb Frisch, making obscene and threatening comments directed at Jeff Goldstein’s son. Then it was Eliot Stein, mocking Cathy Seipp as she lay on her deathbed.
And now this.
Mike Hendrix of the Cold Fury blog lost his wife Christiana in July of this year, to a tragic motorcycle accident. The news broke in this post, which also features a lovely picture of Mike and Christiana:
Fast forward to today, when a fellow named Chuck Adkins, peeved by a mildly critical post written by one of Mike’s co-bloggers, said this:
This might explain why this Christina Hendrix bitch is dead, If I had to hang around idiots like that, I’d fucking die too.
Yeah, I said that, I meant ever fucking word of it.
Mike wrote a post about this here, in which he quoted Adkins’s stunning slur. Adkins has removed the offending quote from his original post, but if you were thinking that he has wised up and thought better of his remarks, you’d be wrong. Unless you consider this to be “contrition”:
Yeah, I took it off, I wouldn’t want little cry baby azzhat Mikey to cry himself silly, the bitch. Mother fucker lets his Co-Bloggers talk shit about other Blogs, But then WHINES when someone writes a little snark back. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Cry baby assed bitch.
Adkins has followed up his original posting with a defiant follow-up in the same vein, titled The CryBaby fest Begins.
As you might imagine, Mike is more than mildly upset about this. His wife — who has been deceased for less than six months — had nothing whatsoever to do with any quarrel between Adkins and Hendrix. Bringing her into the mix in this way is not just a standard Internet dick move. It’s one of the most jaw-droppingly assholish moves I’ve seen on the Internet, in five years of reading blogs.
Our pal Mr. Adkins needs a public shaming. I’m happy to contribute to it here.
P.S. I often rein in my commenter Christoph, who has a tendency towards angry, self-righteous pronouncements. But somehow, I think that’s exactly what is called for here. Christoph, consider yourself unleashed. Sick ‘em, boy!