The Rebuttal

I wish I had saved my archives from the past eight years, in a format that can actually be read by browsers today. In those eight years of archives, there is proof that I have called out three other people who have majorly faked cancer online, by their full names, since last month when I called out … well, she doesn’t want me posting her name. *smiles* I have dealt with fakes on the internet since 2001. When they are called out, they delete their pages. They change their pages. Sometimes they have to post lies and pretend to be other people who dislikes the person who caught them. My six-year-old autistic step son does that, but it’s to be expected of a six-year-old, since that is how kids solve their problems.

Aside from that, there are a couple of issues I’d like to address here. The first being that I am not a coward. I can say what I feel with my real name on my real site, and not need to go over to another service to say it. I also link to all of my pages as my own. I don’t make fake sites, I don’t seriously talk in third person, and I don’t embellish stories about celebrities being interested in anything I have to offer. I’m not ashamed of my past, and if I was, I would not put it online. My two-year dance with heroine was just that–something that happened two out of the twenty-eight years I’ve been on this planet. I’ve been an RN since September 2003, and I had been clean over a year before graduation (May 2003). It’s not a part of my life anymore, but a part of my past, and my past is what made me the person I am today. And I like me. I like who I have become.

I also know that drama whores like to twist people’s words. Make it appear as they are saying something completely different. That way they can get a reaction out of the person. Sometimes there is a spark of truth in their words. So, yesterday, inbetween searching for pictures, purging my hard drive, and working on a few Halloween parties, I spent the little bit of free time that I had checking various email addresses, since the person in question said they emailed me. Hmm. You did? I only got a comment that I read as “I find it hilarious that people in your life have suffered and died with cancer” which I put back into moderation, but no email. I have all of four email addresses that are associated with my blogs. Nothing was there. I checked my business email address, my ISP addresses, my Apple ID, MSN, Facebook, Myspace, journal, Gmail. Nothing. No emails. I then called a friend of mine who hosts my site and asked him if there was a possibilty that anything got caught in the spam deletion feature we put on our inboxes the other day. He told me that I would have seen it in my inbox. The only email I got was from someone who was trying to download a font off of here, and the .sit file wasn’t working. That’s all. For the entire month of October. I then checked Dennis’ email because drama mongers usually like to email him with updates on what I do on my public websites. Nothing. I wonder if the person who says they emailed me used the same internet as I do? =)

I would like to point out one other tiny little “coincidence” in this matter. Click the image to see a bigger version.

It wasn’t until people began to agree with me that I became Public Enemy #1 with this person. Which is comical in its own sense. My fan base has also grown. I’ve had several people add this old blog of mine as their favourites since this exploded last week or so. I can’t recall. I just discovered yesterday that while I was out dining and wining with my husband on Thursday, a drama whore was embellishing stories about me and twisting around my words. It really makes it hard to believe that “Busted Scammers is lying” when you do exactly what they say you do, and people experience this first hand. Maybe it’s just me, but if I knew for sure that I was dying of terminal cancer, I would not spend my nights posting lies about someone I didn’t even know on the internet. I’d be spending as much time as possible with my family and loved ones, in real life.

I’d also like to point out, that like “borrowing photos of other people’s mothers and passing them off as your own image, it’s a copyright violation to take anything from anyone’s blog without their written permission. Since I have received no emails from this person asking if they could “borrow” entire pages of my sites, I’ve been forced to file a DMCA on their page. Blogger/Google/Blogspot is very anal about DMCA notices.

I’d also like to ‘confess’ that I also own jamievaughn.com, and pink-guitar.net as well. I won’t link to my journal because that’s private, the same with my facebook and Myspace. I’m not going to link to my other sites because they’re not hosted anymore. Of course the intelligent people here could read about these sites in my archives. They could also read I don’t keep this site up anymore because of my excitement of getting a .nu in March. I actually had to upgrade about six plugins along with WordPress. The SQL database is corrupt for some reason, and I was thinking of putting up an entirely different site all together here until my .nu expires.

I’m happy that my real life is bigger than the internet, so things like this don’t really bother me. If I had access to my older archives, I’d simply link to them and say “been there, done that” and gone on with things. Any of the new people just joining me here are welcome to come back. Let’s do some link exchanges or something! To reassure any of the good people here, I have enough real life friends, family, pets, a great job, a great school life, and sense of authorship that it greatly dilutes any “haters” on the internet.

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