LEECHES, LIMPETS & LIARS - (OR SHOULD THAT BE LEACHES?)...

Looks just like a little turd, eh?  Same as the photo on the previous post

A number of years ago, someone tried to do me a bad turn.  At the time, he was widely rumoured to be having an affair with one of his employees and it was regarded as an 'open secret' by everyone else who worked for him.  I won't bore you with the details, but when this man eventually got his comeuppance, there was a general feeling amongst those who knew him that he had only received his just deserts (no, you're wrong - it isn't desserts) and not one single tear was shed on his behalf (apart from those he undoubtedly shed himself).

I won't lie to you - I despised the man and don't have a good word to say about him, even to this day.  One thing I refused to do, however, was participate in the gossip about his alleged affair.  I didn't know then (nor do I now) whether it was true or not, and just because he'd tried to wrong me, I refused to take revenge by adding fuel to the fires of what everyone else already believed.  It would've been too easy (though satisfying), and, pompous as it may sound, I at least aspire to be honourable, even if I don't bother about trying to be popular (or even nice).

I try to see the good in people, I really do.  Sometimes it's fairer to say that I struggle to see good in them, because I don't really have a high opinion of a lot of my fellow human beings.  You've only got to take a look around to see what's happening in (and to) the world today to understand why.  However, one thing that dismays me is when I see (or experience) someone trying to damage someone's reputation by taking the easy route and telling lies about them.  Whether it be in the form of a insinuation or assertion, it's wrong and it's evil, and the lowlifes who engage in it have no honour and are truly despicable human beings.

As I said in my previous post, liars don't have to prove their lies, merely plant them, and then stand back and watch their evil labours bear fruit.  Strangely enough, I've often found that the worst of folk also appear to be the most charming and charismatic, but are the ones most ready to resort to any means by which to achieve their purpose or fulfil their ambition - regardless of how it impacts on the lives of others.  Just so long as they get their way is all that's important to them.

One thing I know, though, is that their words and deeds usually come back to bite them on the bum.  Sometimes it doesn't happen right away, but, sure as eggs is eggs, it'll happen in the fullness of time.  And, in my case, I'm not averse to giving the wheels of justice a little push - without lying of course.  That I leave to those with no shame and no honour.  You can usually spot them by the teeth marks in the seat of their pants.

And there's usually a few boot prints right along with them.

Okay, peeps, you'll be glad to hear that normal service (or what passes as normal around here) will be resumed in the next post.  And I'm nothing if not honest!

PSYCHO ARTIST INDULGES IN CATALOGUE OF LIES...

You can just tell, can't you?

Never having been one to shy away from controversy, I confront lies head on, not ignore them in the hope they'll go away.  (Not for me the fear that someone might read my address of them and believe them to be true.)  That's the insidious nature of lies - the liar doesn't have to prove them, simply plant them and allow them to take root.  And let's be honest - if it's lies about someone we're not too keen on, we're sometimes far too ready to think there might be some truth behind them.  And let's face it, with my frank and forthright opinions on the state of British comics and the deterioration in the quality of some of the content, I'm hardly Mr. Popular.  There are people out there who are only too willing (and eager) to believe the worst about me.  After all, I've committed the heinous crime of not being overly-impressed by what they do.

Recently, artist DAVID LEACH decided to thrust himself to the forefront and comment on my post about the falsehoods being perpetuated about me on the blog (and elsewhere) of one of his pals and fellow cartoonists in the comics industry (such as it is these days).  You'll have heard the old saying about not suffering fools gladly - well, I don't suffer them at all, and instead of pandering to his over-inflated ego (which dwarfs by far any degree of talent he may have), I gave him short shrift.  In a petulant, huffy fit, he retaliated by indulging in a catalogue of outrageous lies, which he knows aren't true, but are designed purely to insult me and damage my reputation as a former professional lettering artist (and loveable human being).

You can read them in the comments section of this post.  That a professional comics contributor should resort to such flagrant fabrications in an attempt to damage the credibility and reputation of someone like myself - who is renowned for being meek and mild, humble and modest, self-effacing and introverted (okay, I admit I may be stretching credulity with that part) - perfectly illustrates the kind of devious disingenuity to which certain egocentric people are all too readily prepared to resort, in their attempts to deride those they seek to silence.  I  find it ironic that, under the pretence of condemning abusive and insulting comments on someone else's blog, he indulges in the exact same sort of behaviour himself.  And what's worse, lies through his immensely fat @rse while doing so.

After all, if there were any truth to his claims, it would be far easier not to publish them and thereby avoid the ensuing hassle.  I, however, prefer to demonstrate just what these people are like - warts and all.  And isn't it strange how the few individuals who attempt to shout me down by spreading falsehoods and distortions are all friends with one another?  I somehow very much doubt that it's merely a coincidence.  What do you call those who gang up to harass someone else?  Ah, that's right - bullies.

They should've picked on someone who's easily intimidated.