Monday, June 23, 2008

I need to change my sock puppets.

You know on other blogs there is a lot of discussion over who is a sock puppet for another blogger and who they really are. Also, people are classified as trolls for the comments they post. Now luckily I don't have that problem because I certainly don't have enough commenters to nourish a troll garden. But it does interest me that there is so many comments and so much speculation as to who certain commenters "really" are in fact if not in name.

On Althouse, there has long been speculation that Cyrus Pinkerton was Amanda Marcotte the feminist blogger who had her problems with the Edwards campaign. I thought that was possible since Cyrus presented his thoughts in a way somewhat consistent with Miss Marcottes stated views. But who knows? No admission was ever made so it is all speculative.

Now they are claiming that Montana Urban Legend is also penned by Miss Marcotte. That seems less likely to me as her missives while very liberal, they are not as uniformly doctrinaire as Cyrus's best stuff. It's possible but unlikely.

I wonder how many of the other commenter's are set up by people who want to say something that won't be credited to their main identity. I knew I tried to snark under a few pen names when I was commenting way too much. But everyone knew it was me because my style seems to be very recognizable. Plus I always picked the names of movie characters as the name of the commenters. Maybe if I picked a different persona I won't be so recognizable. But probably not.

So I would appreciate the fact that no sock puppets have appeared as yet. But if any appear, I would hope that they would be fishnets. (Just if you're listening Amanda).

17 comments:

Pablo H said...

Great post trooper. Do you know a guy called RCocean? I've never met him, but others say he's the finest human being ever.

rcocean said...

Wow. Thanks Pablo H. I've never met you before, but I'm humbled by your objective opinion.

walter neff said...

Well I think trooper york is the coolest.

Meade said...

Back home in Indiana, we never even dreamed of posing as someone we were not. We were hoosiers, we grew corn and played basketball. We always told the truth and tried not to be mean to children and puppies. What is wrong with people these days?

titusisgettingdarkmeat said...

I have been doing black guys almost exclusively lately.

I think I am becoming a dinge queen.

They have to be thugged out black guys though. Not like gay black guys-their gross. A stint in prison is also helpful. Lots of tats and weird headgear is a plus. Also, facial hair is nice.

If they fuck pussy too I like that.

I am finding quite a few of them around recently.

I believe blacks tend to be more homophobic than whites but I also think black men are more willing to do the downlow that whities. That's hot and an interesting dynamic.

One downfall is they all dont' have big hogs. That is a lie-a disappointing lie I might add. Not that I want to do anything with it but I do like to look at it-that is it.

Trooper York said...

Hey what can you do, not all Irishman are drunks. Most but not all. Well I do know one Irish guy whose is not a drunk. But that's cause he is a paraplegic. He was a drunk before the accident. But not anymore.

Trooper York said...

Titus, it's ok to like to look at something you won't use. That's called being smart. That happens to me all the time at the store. Some really hot beautiful underfucked women who really need to be romanced. I just don't have any single friends anymore that I can hook with these hotties. Look but don't touch dude. That's the ticket.

Thanks for stopping by. I miss your posts.

Anonymous said...

Hey, Titus! Good to see you're branching out.

Things aren't what they used to be over on Althouse. Between Bissage (who's funny) and Palladian (who isn't) on your case, I don't blame you for looking farther afield.

Anyway, I'll look for your further adventures in these more relaxed precincts.

I have a sneaking suspicion that any number of Althouse regulars seeking an asshole-free environment may stumble over here with you, or us, or whomever.

A little digression on motivation:

"Why don't you revive your own damn blog, Theo?"

"Cause I'm a lazy bastard who works for a living, and don't have time to make it not suck."

"Then why don't you comment on Trooper York's blog?"

"Damn good idea!"

Trooper York said...

Thanks for stopping by Theo. You want to hear a good one. We have a new friend who is an opera singer. She sings at the Met and loves the clothes we have in the store. She took a contract to sing up at Cooperstown New York this summer. But you will be glad to know that whenever I tease her about opera she slugs me. I just tell not to hit me over the head with her hat like Coperal Agarn used to do on
F-Troop. She has that big metal hat with the horns on it you know. That shit hurts.

Trooper York said...

I am sure you would have a cool blog Theo. The problem with blogging as opposed to commenting is that you real interests come to the fore. So sports and movies and TV are all over this hot ghetto mess and politics, not so much. But I want lots of different opinions and styles so don't hesitate to bring in the funk. The opera funk. Cause you know what Verdi said. "I don't care what you sing, just as long as you keep it funky."

TitusisgoingtoMadision said...

Hi everyone,

I love your site Trooper. Keep going, I see a good future for you. Advertisers, sponsors, maybe even some money!!!! Your the greatest.

Thanks Theo-I am done with that other site-haven't been on there-I can't deal with someone telling me everyone hates me. It screws my chakras up and my wide second gets all fucked up. You know I have to be all in the zen zone!

Troop, do you have a website for your store? I may send some of my real girlfriends there. And yes, I do have girlfriends that are size 6 and above!

I was supposed to meet some friends for drinkies tonight but instead I have had a couple here at home and want to walk the streets to see what I am worth. It's hot out and I have the tankey picked out. I dropped off the rare clumbers to daycare-cry-450.00 for 5 days-yikes!

I am leaving for Madison tomorrow to see the family. Flight at is 9 so I can't get too wild. A little alley action with some thug would be just fine.

TitusisgoingtoMadision said...

Also, I don't want to make a big night of it.

The worst thing that could happen is I miss my flight and my mother slits her wrists.

One Christmas, there was a blizzard in Boston and I couldn't get a flight out of the city. My sisters told me my mother wouldn't even sit at the dinner table with the rest of them because she was so depressed. See someone loves me.

blake said...

Cyrus did admit being Marcotte.

MUL--well, you know I got suckered into testing to see if that was a real person or just a left-wing troll. You have to love someone who insists they're independent but agrees with absolutely everything the left says.

Titus is accused of being a sockpuppet, but like Sir Archy and the blogging cockroach, it doesn't really matter, since he's not a troll.

It's really the trolling that sucks. People like AlphaLiberal who go by just to wish Ann ill.

Trooper York said...

Titus you and your girls are always welcome. But be advised that we service sizes 10 to 28 and a six is out of our range. But funny thing, lots of girls who think they are a six are more like a 10 especially if they are busty. Check out our website at leeleesvalise.com for details. You can see the dress that Jill Scott wore to the BET awards. Plus the wife picked out great handbags and scarves and jewerly and other accessories.

Trooper York said...

And Titus of course your mom loves you man. I am sure you are a great son.

AlphaLiberal said...

"People like AlphaLiberal who go by just to wish Ann ill."

That's not what I d or why I do it, actually. I've complimented her on her photos, portrait shot and some posts. But, generally, I disagree with her and state my opinions.

Life's hard that way.

AlphaLiberal said...

BTW, I don't think you guys know what "troll" means.

I'm here to help.