The Quality Of Mercy Is Not Overclock'd(.net)
There are some times when I want to give my conscience a good swift kick in the butt, and this morning was definitely one of those times. My regular readers are well aware of how I am driven by my conscience as it serves as the primary motivating force in exposing scams, ripoffs and riffraff wherever I encounter it/them. They are also aware of the five separate death threats invoked on me by hypertestosteroned cretin technopunks in a lapperfatwa on overclock.net (The hub outlining it is Writing Hubs For Fun, Profit And Death Threats).
There are many details that I cannot share in the following story on the advice of my lawyer, but I have cleared this with him and thus can publish it:
This morning I had a long conversation with a "person" who outlined what the next steps would be in the enforcement of the laws concerning multiple death threats which is taken extremely seriously in Canada, the location of overclock.net and yours truly. This "person" was extremely courteous and took the time to explain in depth what the ramifications would be for overclock.net should the process I had initiated continue. All I can say is that they would not be pretty and that it would have likely resulted in significant wailing and gnashing of teeth over on the corner of Spadina Avenue and Adelaide Street (which is about two blocks away from where I once lived).
At that point I had to make a decision (the specific, exact details of which I am advised by my lawyer to not share online). It was one of those things that you only have a second to reply to, and which really should require several weeks of careful reflection in order to make sure that you have made the proper decision. It was definitely a "trust your feelings, Luke" sort of moment.
There was no way that I could weigh all the pros and cons of the decision in a logical, linear fashion. All I remember about that second was the feeling that I have never in my life willingly hurt anyone. I've only gotten into two physical fights in my life and they were both just minor playground shoving matches in junior high school. My weapon of choice is words: If you get into a situation with me where I know through solid research that I am factually right and you're wrong, I'll verbally cut you a new rectum. I have no patience for the proliferating peddlers of pedantic prevarications. I never have and I never will. If I'm proven wrong on any even minor point, I will promptly and gracefully apologize. If not, I'm going to keep coming after you like a ravenous Doberman chasing a T-bone steak stuck on the rear bumper of a bus.
The "situation" with overclock.net would likely have swiftly escalated well past just words on a computer monitor. It could have proceeded in such a way that real people I have never met would have gotten severely damaged. And the people who would have been targeted were not directly guilty of uttering the death threats themselves, but were responsible for the negligence of not either proactively squashing, or at least quickly putting a stop to it. As I said, Canadian legislation seems to be much tougher on these sorts of offenses than the United States. As the law was clarified to me, I was astonished at how Draconian it really is. I sure as hell wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of an enforcement action like that... and in that single second when all these thoughts were flying through my head, I realized that I couldn't let the decision I was about to make allow that to happen to another person, even if I had never met them and likely never would.
So, dear overclock.netters, there will be no constables knocking on your door. Well, they might come over for overdue parking tickets or for the next time you take such ghastly risks through the blatantly negligent manner that you operate your wide open free-for-all as the "Overclockworkorange home for wanker goon thug hoodlums"... but your downfall won't be on my conscience.
Go in peace. But don't try to pull this stunt again or I'll beat my conscience to a pulp and in the famous words of Maximus: "Unleash Hell."
Oh... and by the way... did I mention that there's a bumper sticker on the back of the T-bone steak bus that reads: "Lappers Are MORONS"? :)
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