Hackers on Steroids (14 page)

Ah god, just imagine the scene in a police station when one of them arrived in there to say that. Just imagine.

Ah holy mother of god.

It is his genius for stupidity that made me fall in love with the idea of having a Rooney for a pet and so caused me to write away to Santa one Christmas to ask him to bring me one, but he only wrote back telling me not to be so stupid as I am too old now to believe in things as silly as Rooney. Yet still he exists. I have actually started making a scrapbook filled only with printouts of his finest moments. Reading it is funnier than a swim in a lake of nitrous oxide.

He’s obviously a complete headcase and perhaps I shouldn’t have had the fun with him that I did over the years, but then again they’re all headcases and when you find a monkey which dances for you this well then it’s hard not to be a bastard. Get those trolls trolled. Probably my favourite time that I had with him was when I for fun ‘doxed’ myself as being his real identity, that of Dunn from near Manchester. I ‘came out’ as being him and asked the trolls what they were going to do about it. I claimed that all Dunn’s many guises were me having infiltrated the trolls to learn their secrets. This caused Dunn’s head to explode and led to the strangest experience that I have ever had while not dreaming when he made close to 100 posts in about 15 minutes trying to prove to me that I wasn’t him when all the while I just kept claiming to him that I was him. I think that in the end he wasn’t sure whether I was telling him the truth or not.

Ada Florence Brady
so why are you called lonston?

Ada Florence Brady
you

Ada Florence Brady
YOU!

Mike Lonston
It’s because I am you.

Ada Florence Brady
explain! you wanna cunt me! EXPLAIN!

Ada Florence Brady
explain it in a true way and I will admit to being you, my head is spinning with your falsehoods, you may just win!

Ada Florence Brady
and don’t forget that Mello works for me even after he was doxed, come on your big moment, explain!

Ada Florence Brady
TICK TOCK

Ada Florence Brady
EXPLAIN!

Ada Florence Brady
you have no proof

Ada Florence Brady
EXPLAIN!

Ada Florence Brady
everyone is laughing you. EXPLAIN!

I suppose you could say that he Dunn goofed. It was all as surreal as a Monty Python sketch. I thought for a while that I was going to die and I could almost see the laughter coming out of the top of my own head. It took me to a higher state of consciousness. I have little doubt that alcoholic Dunn, who once described himself to me as ‘Machiavellian,’ is as he reads this seriously entertaining thoughts of writing a counterpoint book to this one, one which exposes the tormentors of trolls as the real bad guys. He seems to have contacted just about every journalist or television news producer in Britain over the years to demand of them that they do a story exposing an evil online vigilante who bullies poor little innocent RIP trolls (one media person told me on one instance of a strange man with a Manchester accent ringing up their offices to scream down the phone about me. ‘He sounded very upset.’). At other times he has tried to escape the torment of being doxed by cleverly faking his own death. Eyebrows, though, were raised on all of those occasions as he always made the fatal error of announcing the tragic news himself.

Aside from spending his days and nights plotting ever more comical schemes to have me exposed or arrested (another of them involved him ringing up Crimestoppers to complain that if I wasn’t stopped from saying nasty things about RIP trolls then someone was going to kill a troll, because presumably no-one would have noticed how horrible they are if not for me pointing it out to them), he has also used his dark Machiavellian powers to try and scare me off by posing as (and these are only just a small number of examples): an ex-CIA agent brought out of retirement by the US government with an order to chase me up for spreading the dox; as the last surviving member of a violent gang with a gun in his hand and nothing left to lose (all the rest of the gang members having been found murdered in a forest – possibly by Dunn himself in an act of vengeance carried out after a double-cross pulled on a heist); and as the spokesman for a range of anti-bullying charities which were going to file a class action lawsuit against me for ‘giving anti-bullying a bad name.’ This I could only stop by leaving the Internet immediately, never to return. You can tell for sure that it is Dunn every time just by simply dropping his dox to him and then sitting back and watching him erupt as he goes on a 15-hit-combo posting spree.

‘Where is the proof??!! WHERE IS THE PROOF THAT I AM HIM!!??’ he will eventually end up screaming every time that his name is mentioned to him, even when he is posting under one of his devious disguises of dastardliness. Well, the answer is that I have that proof, Mr Dunn. I have it good. But I have it hidden away safely under lock and key in a secret location somewhere and should anything untoward happen to me – such as my being shot down by a gun-toting gangster out for one final, terrible act of revenge before he goes down in a blaze of glory; or me being processed for extraordinary rendition by an out-of-retirement CIA superspy desperate to stop the dox - then that proof shall be opened by persons unknown to you and released to the world. And, by god, you will be one sorry little troll then. But until then, I plan on keeping that proof safe in my ultra-secret hiding place as I may need it to bargain with one day. Possibly for my very life.

It’s hard not to laugh at them when they’re like this. As horrible as what else they do is, it’s hard not to fucking laugh at them themselves. They go around seeking out tragedy to laugh at so let’s all everyone else instead laugh at the tragedies that are them. Because knowing what they do, you’d need a heart of stone not to laugh at their tragedy. There was one of them, an Australian man in his 40s dead now by his own hand and claimed as a victim of the Troll Wars, driven, so Baloney and his ‘Council’ claim, to suicide after they trolled him that hard. Probably not true, he was most likely on his way out anyway but at any rate the world’s better off without him in it trolling walls for dead children. No human beings were harmed, nothing to worry about here, folks. ‘Ken E Dahl’ he called himself online; I winded him up once by telling him that I was going to cut his legs off and beat him with them if he didn’t stop annoying me when I was having a conversation with someone on some open Facebook group. For almost the next two weeks he daily sent me messages like this one:

Why do I still have legs bitch? you'll not take my legs bitch! come at me bitch!!! I’ll fuck you up - YOU BITCH!!!

In his 40s he was. When they’re fighting online with each other or with others you can often see them threatening to unleash the big guns on people: ‘Oh wait till my best trolling bro gets here tonight, bitch! He’ll fuck your shit up, you bitch! Yeah you’ll be one sorry bitch then, bitch!’  And often their troll opponents will be like: ‘NO he won’t - I’ll fuck HIS shit up, bitch! HIS!! You got it the wrong way about ya stupid bitch! Yeah so bring it! Come on and BRING IT BITCH!’

One of them, a Californian in his 20s and goes most usually by the name ‘Brad Staubitz,’ spoke once of a woman he was having some sort of problem with online. Finding out that she is listed as a midwife, he said: ‘The stupid useless bitch can’t even get fully married, stupid bitch can only get half married.’  

There echoes on Facebook the collective voice of the one thousand drooling imbeciles who at some point or another have passed through the hallways of the electronic labyrinth that is the world of  that one gathering of psycho-trolls and the sound that can be heard of all those voices raised together as one is: ‘COME AT ME BITCH - YOU BITCH!’

For the Internet truly is the revenge of the nerds. Give a Colm Coss the power to ‘do an Olivia Rooney’ on someone and he is going to take that gift and run with it, his settling of scores with the world. The fear and intimidation that they can inspire in their targets, the control they can have over them, the notoriety they can gain among their online friends and followers. These sociopaths have become drunk with power in their fantasy land and have become addicted to that power. You can’t put a loaded gun into the hands of a deranged killer and expect him not to shoot people with it. Yet Facebook can be a highly dangerous tool in the wrong hands and its system gives these severely unhinged cyberpaths a gun with an infinite number of bullets in it and potentially hundreds of millions of people to aim at. Sooner or later an innocent person is going to have an ‘Olivia Rooney’ or a ‘Dale Angerer’ or an ‘Oliver Jackson’ done on them and the bullets are going to really find their target. I have lost count of the number of times that I have witnessed these psychotic so-called trolls steal an innocent person’s identity and attack memorial pages with it in the hopes of inciting a real-world attack on the person whom they have chosen to impersonate. Unsuspecting people have been angered enough to spit out venomous death threats against that person, or to make promises to come around and burn down that individual’s house. Someday it’s going to manifest into a physical reality; and indeed I know of a case where only for prompt police action, it would have. And saying all that, who knows - it may have already. I can’t say that it hasn’t.

Because no matter how laughable and how ridiculous these cretins are, they still are purely evil and they still have caused and will continue to cause a great deal of real harm and real pain to thousands of innocent people. As preposterous as their imaginings are, and as pathetic as they are themselves, the way that they feel themselves free to run around social networks grunting like demonic pigs at children who have just lost their best friend, or trying their very best to bring about real-world death means that they should be dealt with very seriously indeed by the law. The Facebook system of endless fake account after endless fake account easily made has given these atrocious subhuman creatures the power of life and death over real people and the games that they are to all intents and purposes allowed to play with innocent people’s lives are without doubt going to end up with these psychopaths having their fetish for other people’s deaths fully satisfied.

Yes, they are quite, quite mad, and some people may feel sympathy for them because of that. Some people may opine that I’m as bad as them for making fun of them and trolling them themselves; but unlike the people whom they target, these ones have more than earned it. I certainly draw a clear distinction between their innocent victims and these violent predators. To say that these trolls are their own tragedies is correct but to say then that they shouldn’t be laughed at because of that is to put them into the same category as their many victims, and that would be a travesty. Everyone has pain but we don’t all use it as an excuse to torture the innocent. The infamous Darren Burton told me himself that he and these other trolls are merely taking their plights out on the world, and expected me to understand, to accept. To these psychopaths/sociopaths they have a right to take their sufferings out on everyone else, because it is only they who really matter. It is why they run to the police to complain that they aren’t being left in peace to stalk bereaved people.

Feeling sympathy for them is of course a personal choice, but these psychopaths thrive on sympathy even though they are not capable of showing any themselves; and they also see sympathy in others as a sign of weakness to be exploited and to take advantage of. Show them none. Because what exactly is it that makes them mad? It is that they are mad in that they see their relationship to the world through a hideously deformed vision and in that way they are certainly mad, madness has clearly engulfed them and in many cases entirely so. But they aren’t mad enough that they don’t have control over what they are doing. They have absolute control and in that way they are much more bad than mad.

That they are weak, snivelling little cowards who can gain empowerment and gratification only by defecating on the memories of dead children doesn’t exactly fill me with sensitivity for the plight of their tortured minds. Whatever the reasons are that have made them into what they are, the simple fact of the matter is that they are what they are and that what they are is evil. I am pretty confident that the people whom they traumatise don’t exactly care what has led them along the path of their deep descent down into the stinking cyber sewers beneath the physical world where they have become in full the diseased, howling ghouls haunting the grieving which they now are. RIP trolls like Bradley Hampson are subhuman in that they lack the qualities which make up a real human being. They are the things that should not be.

In 2010 they began to torment a mentally handicapped man from America and well over 100 of them - maybe up to 200 of them in total over time - tortured him day and night, on Facebook and with calls to his landlady. It became a free-for-all for some of the vilest morons on the Internet. They even advertised his torment on 4Chan and invited other ‘people’ to join in. This certainly went on until late into 2011, and it may still be going on for all I know; although after 2010 it wasn’t as intense as it once was. One of the cultural critics boasted that the outcome which they were working for was the man’s suicide; another called the push to try and bring about this death ‘Operation An Hero.’ It was a concerted campaign that involved them pretending to befriend him and then goading him into doing and saying embarrassing things which they would then torment him with. They would make up female personas and pretend to want to be his girlfriends and then get him, this total innocent with the mind of a child, to say sexual things which they would then proceed to mercilessly torture him with. It seems to have led to this man having had a breakdown and being put in a home for a period, with his family being tracked down and tortured day and night as well. A ringleader of this campaign – the same one who has spoken of how all of it was an attempt to make this man kill himself - had his Facebook account hacked and I was given access to it. I could see in the private messages he shared with the likes of Paul Baloney and others how meticulously that they had planned this whole bullying campaign out between themselves. So they’re not so mad that they don’t think carefully about what it is that they do. They know exactly what it is that they do.