I'm fairly sure there's a technical name for this condition. Apparently, Neo is still grappling with that whole English language thing, so let me use really small words to respond to this:
Do these two Waterloo area cynics go out for coffee and to the movies? Do they share intimate moments at the local Starbucks?
If you guys/gals are in touch... I guess you could easily answer my question, huh?
C'mon, CC... care to share that email exchange with us? I'd love to know how Mr./Ms. Walter feels about having that sort of association with your colourful little enterprise.
Replying to the above, and typing very slowly for Neo's benefit, we exchanged a total of two (count 'em, two) emails, along the lines of:
Me: "Was your web site meant to riff off of mine, or was it just a coincidence?"
SJW: "Wow, I had no idea. Totally flukey."
End of conversation. Never chatted again. But, as I said earlier, if Blogging Tory and Stephen Taylor drinking buddy "Neo Conservative" wants to go all Steve Janke, he's certainly welcome to spend time tracking down "sjwalter." And perhaps figuring out where they live. And where they work. And perhaps harassing SJW to the point where an injunction or restraining order becomes necessary.
Feel free, Neo. Normally, I'd try to talk you out of this but it occurs to me that I rather enjoy the idea of being able to describe Stephen Taylor's Blogging Tories as happily harboring really creepy cyber-stalkers. And as long as Neo doesn't delete that post, I can refer to it repeatedly to drive home my point. Over and over. Again and again.
So, all you mainstream media folks ... if you have a notion to go looking for responsible, Canadian right-wing punditry and you happen across Stephen Taylor's Blogging Tories, just tread carefully. Because if you annoy the wrong people, well, that might explain the eventual late-night phone calls where the caller just hangs up. And the weird car that seems to show up and hang out across the street for no reason. And the hushed phone calls to your workplace where someone who refuses to idenfity himself just wants to know a few things about you.
And, in closing, most blogging aggregators would have recognized the potential legal liabilities associated with someone as deranged, paranoid and vindictive as Neo years ago. But this is Stephen Taylor's Blogging Tories we're talking about here; being a mentally-unhinged cyber-stalker won't even make you stand out in a crowd over there.
My God, but Stephen must be so proud.
AND THE HILARITY CONTINUES. Neo (who is, in reality, Patrick Ross since they share precisely the same amusing way of torturing logic) pulls a Twatsy. Initially, we have Neo/Twatsy, making a fairly straightforward accusation:
Tonight though, I'd just like to ask the Cynic how it is exactly... he came to be riding on the coat-tails of the person who apparently claimed ownership of the blog "Canadian Cynic" back in 2005.
Understand well the accusation here -- that I, when I came along with my "blogspot" domain blog, somehow hitched a ride on the pre-established infamy and/or reputation of the original "canadiancynic.com" domain. Yes, that's exactly what Neo/Twatsy is suggesting.
Amusingly, Zorpheous comes along and debunks that idiocy:
You know Neo, hate to talk about facts, but Canadian Cynic's blog goes back April 1st 2004. Now in my world of math and logic, April 1st 2004 happened earlier in the space time continuum than 2005,... you know just saying
Having been shown up as a complete cretin and total airhead, Neo/Twatsy does what he always does -- frantically moves the goalposts:
whoa, zorph... ease up on the throttle and step away from the bong. the thing is... nobody's really that concerned about who got there first.
Of course not. After all, the instant you've been exposed as a lying turd, the previous accusation that you were making publicly isn't a big deal anymore. Nothing to see here, move along, just ignore that recent dumbassitude because Neo/Twatsy would rather you pretend it never happened.
Please, God, I beseech thee -- some right-wing bloggers who aren't such ignorant, disengenuous asswipes. Is that really too much to ask?