These phaggotish, conspiratorial, childish, dorkish, baseless, mindless, shameful, dumb, aggressive, jealous, reprobate, obsessed, mad, clueless, shockingly delusional, completely lost and in trouble, bottom-of-the-barrel, short-sighted, dumb-fuck, ranting, Un-American, contemptible, obnoxious, embarrassing, incompetent, bizarre, constipated, bankrupt, hypocritical, stupid, fearful, carnivorous, wolverine, ranting, foaming at the mouth, bullying, lying, paranoid, no-better-than-the-mafia, smeghead, scumbag, cretinous, lazy, delusional, demented, narcissistic, pathological, extortionistic lunatic, thuggish drama-whores, poised on the edge of a precipice, hoisted by their own petard, their holy fucking shitballs burning inside a biplane careening toward the Statue of Liberty, rhinos raping chinchillas dressed up in unicorns' undergarments, who deserve every bad thing that happens to them, having to learn their lessons the hard way, and who I wouldn't even piss on if they were on fire (they believe in name-calling at TechDirt) claim that these types of statements are not actionable because they aren't "false facts," just "satire." Where is the dividing line?
Charles didn't do anything. I made the decision to pay the rent from the trust account based on our client's commitment to pay the rent when we were in Canada, and when he started having trouble with his partner, who was more our friend that he was, he attacked us with a petty vinctive bar complaint. The guy was scum, just like you guys.
Bullshit. And philosophical point of order: There is no breathing, living, acting being called "Internet." Only a handful of stupid people, in the pay of Matt Inman, who will be responsible for their own actions, if it's only in their own minds. You can't have this kind of hatred and self-delusion without it harming your mind.
Andrew: How do you respond to someone who says, “This is the worst comic I ever saw in my life”?
Matt: When I used to work for people I had this sense of diplomacy. I had to respond like, “Well, I’m sorry you feel that way. I appreciate your criticism,” and blah, blah, blah. Now I work for myself and really no one can control what I say. So usually I tell them that I slept with their mom or I say the most vile, awful thing I can think of. If you read my Twitter account, it is like Hitler’s port-a-potty. It’s the worst thing that you’ve ever seen, just this awful stuff that I say to my critics on there. Just to troll them, mostly. So that’s usually how I respond to it. Like a drunk 15 year old, I think, is the best way to put it....
Andrew: What about in the beginning when you were going into Digg and you knew that if you won this group of people over, they’d send you massive traffic and if you turned them into haters, they’d bury you and you wouldn’t get anything from them. At that point, weren’t you nervous?
Matt: Yeah. At that point, I wouldn’t have gotten on Digg and been like, “Hey, your mom and I made love under the stars. Ha ha ha. I liked it.” That probably wouldn’t go over so well. But now I’m kind of at this comfortable level. And part of my writing style and the persona that I have online is sort of this crass, bloated, obese, drunk monster. So, in the beginning, you’re absolutely right, probably insulting my critics wouldn’t have gone over so well....
Matt: I think the feedback that has changed my comics somewhat wasn’t from comments, it was from traffic. I found that certain themes, that if I attack, will actually drive traffic like crazy and that other things won’t.
In particular, writing about a gripe. It’s the stand-up routine where someone gets up there and says, “What’s the deal with airline food?” You take that and you apply it to a comic. Those ones go crazy. Like, “Things That You Shouldn’t Do In E-Mail,” “How to Suck at Facebook,” “Words You Should Stop Misspelling,” these are all gripes. That was one that changed. But that is, hopefully the one that stands alone. I try to make things that I think are funny and that I enjoy. But the gripe one is one that I sort of embellished a little more because it seemed to resonate with people.
TDR wrote: "He held a position of no importance. He was a lowly parasite, a zero. A piece of sputum swirling around the toilet bowl of life. He was like the security guard at the front gate who thinks of himself as head of the corporation. And so, when this dispute with the Oatmeal arose, Charles Carreon went over the edge. It was his case, ergo, his pride. I ask the court to look at this man, this sad man, this pathetic man, this joke of a man. A man who sat and failed his mental health exam on no less than fourteen occasions. A man so petty and small-minded, he would while away his hours writing threat letters for defendants he hadn't even met yet. A man who commanded as much love and respect from his fellow human beings as Long John Silver's parrot. An overzealous lawyer with a Napoleon complex. Who would ask this man to represent them in a court of law? Only a yogurt."
My response: You childish, aggressive, Un-American, contemptible, obnoxious, incompetent, constipated, bankrupt, hypocritical, stupid, carnivorous, wolverine, ranting, foaming at the mouth, smeghead scumbag thugs (you believe in tit-for-tat, right?)here at TechDirt claim that these types of statements are not actionable because they aren't "false facts," just "satire." Where is the dividing line?
Both sides of Charles' family, the Ainsa/Anzas and the Carreons, were Spanish Conversos. The Carreon name is on the list online. Ainsa, on the other hand, his mother's surname, is also a town in Basque Spain. When Spanish Jews converted to Catholicism, in order to discard their Jewish surnames, they often took the name of their town, and thus their surnames are also "place names." Thus, it is quite likely that Charles is genetically Jewish from both sides of his family.
The Ainsa family also had the typical southwestern U.S. tradition of mysteriously refusing to eat pork. That is something that is said to be the vestiges of Jews fleeing not only from Spain to Mexico, but then, when the Inquisition also took effect in Mexico, they further fled to northern New Spain, into New Mexico, and what is now Arizona.
The Ainsas also attained great prominence as a wealthy family in San Francisco before the San Francisco earthquake and fire. Jose Ainsa was a member of the Crab expedition that ended in the incredible Caborca massacre, and his story is a matter of legend. And if we're looking for family pride, Jose Ainsa refused to leave Mexico before he was given an apology for being arrested as a member of the Crab expedition. Everyone else was killed and he was the only one left alive because he was so handsome and well spoken that the daughter of a prominent family fell in love with him, and begged the governor to pardon him. And he was pardoned, but he still refused to leave Mexico until he got an apology, at which point his friends bundled him up and carried him back to San Francisco. See "Hey Dude, Where's My Silver Mines?" by Charles Carreon