On the Attack

Mr. Pacione has had his chance. I told him that I'd stop reviewing his works, that I'd quit punching him so hard, all he had to do was remove a few lies he told about me, remove references to me in all of his shitty articles, and put up a retraction on his blogs and his MySpace.

He responded by bringing up someone from my past, a woman named Linda, as well as our child.

So now I'm hitting back. I'm going to keep reviewing his stories, keep critiquing his works, and punch him in the only place he feels a single bit of self-worth. He tried punching at where he thinks I have all my self-worth wrapped up, in my military career. He seems unaware that time has moved on since I was a soldier, that I do not define who I am, or what I am, based on what I used to be. Like most people, as I age, I grow and change, and it is who I currently am that defines who I am.

If I was told today that I would never be able to write again, I would still be me. I would not cease to be the man I am any more than I ceased to be the person I was when the medical board refused my request to stay in service.

Pacione doesn't understand that. He doesn't understand that I have done nothing in my life that I would run away from, that I would lie to conceal. He believes that his claims can hurt me, but it's become obvious since he's run away and hidden like a little girl, that while he thinks he can dish it out, he certianly can't take it.

His little love-notes to me have changed in tone. From crowing at me that he knows deep dark secrets about me and vieled threats to my family, to half hysterical childish whining to leave him alone, all he has done is shown me that he is a little coward whose mouth writes check he can't cash.

He's a coward, plain and simple. When I didn't immediately cave to his threats, when I didn't run away and scream over him guessing some details or finding out scattered details about my past, he immediately back pedalled and started crying at me to leave him alone.

But he still refuses to remove the falsehoods he has published about me. Showing me that he is a complete coward, the kind that not only runs away when he finds out that his target can and will fight back, but is terrified that if he removes that stuff, he will have to admit to himself that he isn't as tough as he thinks he is.

He's threatened me physically, and he has bragged that he is 6' tall and 200 lbs. I'm 6' tall and 205 lbs my last weigh in, and two things strike me. He's not 6' high, there's no way. And if he is 200 lbs, it's mostly flab. I guess he thought I was going to be intimidated by a flabby manchild threatening me.

But now that I've refused to knuckle under to him, he's ran away and hidden, shouting at me from a distance to leave him alone, claiming he hasn't done anything to deserve the wrath I've begun showing him.

Which shows me that at heart, Pacione is a selfish coward. He doesn't understand why I've regained my resolve to crush him. He doesn't care enough about anyone else to understand why threatening my family would fill me with such rage.

He claimed I have no honor, because I am attacking him. Which shows he knows nothing of honor. He attacked my family, besmirched my name, and then tries to claim I'm dishonorable when I defend the honor of my family and my own honor.

Of course he doesn't understand honor, he's a self-centered coward. A spoiled child who has always been able to hide from everyone by running to his family. He is still a child, he has no idea how to care for himself, lives off of the charity of the government and his family, and instead of trying to better himself, he uses everything as a crutch.

Nicky, you are a cowardly selfish little manchild who leeches off of his family and has proven over and over again that he cannot succeed in real life. You have all the honor of a mongrel dog digging through the trash and humping the corpse of a raccoon. You have the bodily hygiene of a mangy sheep suffering from syphillis.

Keep crying Nick, your tears do nothing but show the world you are a simple coward.