Showing posts with label drama. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drama. Show all posts

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Trolled by the State Department

Looks like I've gotten into a bit of a trollfest, over at Barbara's Buddhism blog. Since now someone's impersonating not only Tassja (I checked) but also me and possibly others, I'll keep a list of comments that I've made here, as well as any comments from fake Petteri that I happen to catch. If it's not on this list, assume it's fake Petteri.

Real Petteri

  • July 31, 2011 at 8:00 am
  • July 31, 2011 at 1:03 pm
  • July 31, 2011 at 1:37 pm

Fake Petteri

  • July 31, 2011 at 12:51 pm

Note on the identity of the troll

In a comment dated July 31, 2011 at 9:03 pm, Barbara O'Brien posted the originating domain of fake Tassja's and fake Petteri's comments (the same for both):
The fake Tassja and fake Peter are the same individual, and according to a WHOIS search this person is in the Washington, DC, area and using a sherman.state.gov ISP host.
That's a US Department of State server. Stupid Hillary, you'd've thunk she's got better things to do than troll Buddhist blogs.

Added August 1, 9:15 am CET

Friday, December 24, 2010

Well that was surreal

Between December 24 and 25, 2010, Kyle Lovett of www.blogisattva.org made some rather serious allegations about me on his blog. He has since retracted the posts making those claims, so I am doing the same for my response to them.

The full set of materials around this drama, including the previous version of this post, is available upon request.

Redacted on Dec 25, 2010, 22:15 EET.

Buddhadrama

The Year of our Lord 2010 looks all set for a rockin' finish, on the Buddhadrama front anyway. Not that there's been any serious shortage of it earlier on, between the Bill Schwartz-Jetsunma Ahkon Lhamo/Alyce Zeoli-Waylon Lewis battle of the titan(ic ego)s,1 Wilborg2 popping up with their Green Memes and Lower Quadrants organizing webinars involving a broad range of highly-paid gurus left and right but mostly right, and any amount of fragile egos trading bitchslaps couched in ever-so-polite covert-aggressive language (usually) or bacon-flavored macho chest-beating (sometimes).

Oh, and there was that little affair of Eido Tai Shimano handing out kensho for handjobs. For forty years or thereabouts. Still roshi-ing along, I hear.