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   >> >> >> >>>> instead.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> As I said, you dodged a bullet. Or, to use a more   
   >> >> >> >>>> appropriate metaphor, you dodged a pile of monkeyshit that   
   >> >> >> >>>> he threw at you. Once that sh*t of his hits you, like it   
   >> >> >> >>>> did me, you'd probably never be able to get his stench off   
   >> >> >> >>>> again.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> Why do you lie so much, Dunce?   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> You granted permission for all of your poems that   
   >> >> >> >>>> appeared.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> I even sent you pageproofs so could accept or reject my   
   >> >> >> >>>> corrections/make additional corrections.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> You not only gave your permission, you lying sack of sh*t,   
   >> >> >> >>>> but you gave it in writing.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> Attached are copies of my email to you, and your reply.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> GJD: : Harry, Liar, according to your email that you   
   >> >> >> >>>> attached, you did not ask for permission: you simply told   
   >> >> >> >>>> me you had "selected" some of my poems for your AYoS, and   
   >> >> >> >>>> needed me to correct your proofs so you could meet your   
   >> >> >> >>>> publishing deadline.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> According to mine, I did not give you permission in   
   >> >> >> >>>> writing (since you hadn't bothered to ask for it), but   
   >> >> >> >>>> merely made the corrections you told me you needed.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> MMP:  Dance, Dance, Dance... you don't send corrections if   
   >> >> >> >>>> you don't want your poems included.  You say "You don't   
   >> >> >> >>>> have my permission to use them."   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> GJD: Liar, Liar, Liar ... first you claimed that I had   
   >> >> >> >>>> "submitted" the poems of mine you used in /Another Year of   
   >> >> >> >>>> Stealing/. That was a lie. When challenged, you claimed   
   >> >> >> >>>> that I had given you "permission in writing." That was   
   >> >> >> >>>> also a lie. When challenged on that, you coughed up some   
   >> >> >> >>>> "emails" which showed that both were lies; that in fact   
   >> >> >> >>>> you had selected the poems yourself without asking me. You   
   >> >> >> >>>> can froth and tizzy all you want, but that is not going to   
   >> >> >> >>>> make those facts go away.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> MMP as HARRYLIAR :   
   >> >> >> >>>> Jim, Robert, and Corey, otoh, have told you that you do   
   >> >> >> >>>> NOT have permission to keep their poems on your blaaargh   
   >> >> >> >>>> (or in your "April" blaaarghzine, which is the same thing.   
   >> >> >> >>>> Take them down now, thief!   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> GJD: And when caught in three lies -- that I'd submitted   
   >> >> >> >>>> poems to your schmatte, that I'd given you permission to   
   >> >> >> >>>> use my poems in your schmatte, and that you had proof of   
   >> >> >> >>>> that in writing -- you try to deflect attention with yet   
   >> >> >> >>>> more lies. f**k off, HarryLiar.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> Unlikely, since Harry always wants the last word.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> And so it goes.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> Think about it...   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> Dance stole poetry from me, Jim, Robert, and Corey.  He's   
   >> >> >> >>>> currently boasting that he still has Jim, Robert, and   
   >> >> >> >>>> Corey's poems in one of his publications.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> I called Dunce a thief.  Quite justifiably, I might add.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> Dance (Mr. Tit for Tat), then called me a thief, and told   
   >> >> >> >>>> a lie to back it up (that he never gave me permission to   
   >> >> >> >>>> use his work).   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> I posted two of the emails that were exchanged between   
   >> >> >> >>>> Dunce and I, which clearly show that I had Dunce's   
   >> >> >> >>>> permission to use his poems.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> I'm just setting the record straight.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> Now, be honest... if someone falsely accused you of   
   >> >> >> >>>> stealing, wouldn't you want to have the get the last word   
   >> >> >> >>>> in?   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> I don't have time to read this but will later tonight when   
   >> >> >> >>>> I return to the office, Harry.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> But I will say I think your use of the term plagiarism is   
   >> >> >> >>>> wrong, just as the meaning of the word was clarified for   
   >> >> >> >>>> me when Michael Cook used my "Karma Bombs" poem without my   
   >> >> >> >>>> knowledge or permission twenty years ago.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> I can explain at length later but you probably already   
   >> >> >> >>>> understand by now.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> HTH and HAND.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> From a purely legal standpoint, it would be either 'theft'   
   >> >> >> >>>> or "copyright infringement."   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> Personally, I think that "literary theft" sounds much   
   >> >> >> >>>> worse than "plagiarism," but you're correct.  Dance stole   
   >> >> >> >>>> the poetry of at least 4 of the contributors to his   
   >> >> >> >>>> blaaargh.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> Now please answer my question, which I'll repeat for your   
   >> >> >> >>>> convenience:   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> Dance stole poetry from me, Jim, Robert, and Corey.  He's   
   >> >> >> >>>> currently boasting that he still has Jim, Robert, and   
   >> >> >> >>>> Corey's poems in one of his publications.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> I called Dance a thief.  Quite justifiably, I might add.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> Dance (Mr. Tit for Tat), then called me a thief, and told   
   >> >> >> >>>> a lie to back it up (that he never gave me permission to   
   >> >> >> >>>> use his work).   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> I posted two of the emails that were exchanged between   
   >> >> >> >>>> Dunce and I, which clearly show that I had Dunce's   
   >> >> >> >>>> permission to use his poems.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> I'm just setting the record straight.   
   >> >> >> >>>>   
   >> >> >> >>>> Now, be honest... if someone falsely accused you of   
   >> >> >> >>>> stealing, wouldn't you want to have the get the last word   
   >> >> >> >>>> in?   
   >> >> >>   
   >> >> >> >>> Yes, that's true, if I was accused of stealing I'd defend   
   >> >> >> >>> myself.   
   >> >> >> >>>   
   >> >> >> >>> And of course, you remember from the Karma Bombs incident   
   >> >> >> >>> that if I'm stolen from I'll definitely speak up   
   >> >> >>   
   >> >> >> >> I heard you the first time   
   >> >> >> >   
   >> >> >> > Good, I'm glad you're keeping up.   
   >> >> >>   
   >> >> >> MMP: You do realize that you aren't part of this conversation,   
   >> >> >> don't you   
   >>   
   >> > I'm here.   
   >> >   
   >> > Therefore, I'm in it.   
   >>   
   >> It's just like Dreckery to stop by, rifle your refrigerator for food   
   >> to gum and then take a shit on your coffee table. I meant that   
   >> figuratively but on second thought I see other possiblities that hit   
   >> much closer to Shitkickerville. Poor Ducky Mallard.   
   >> Let me sum up:   
   >> FUCK OFF, DRECKWEASEL! FUCK OFF, DRECKWEASEL! FUCK OFF, DRECKWEASEL!   
   >> FUCK OFF, DRECKWEASEL! FUCK OFF, DRECKWEASEL! FUCK OFF, DRECKWEASEL!   
   >> FUCK OFF, DRECKWEASEL! FUCK OFF, DRECKWEASEL! FUCK OFF, DRECKWEASEL!   
   >> FUCK OFF, DRECKWEASEL! FUCK OFF, DRECKWEASEL! FUCK OFF, DRECKWEASEL!   
   >> Douchebag!   
      
   > In your case just like an obsessive troll.   
      
   >> A lying coward says what, Douchebag? Snipping and whining is all you   
   >> have left. That's sad.   
      
   >> FUCK OFF, DRECKWEASEL! FUCK OFF, DRECKWEASEL! FUCK OFF, DRECKWEASEL!   
   >> FUCK OFF, DRECKWEASEL! FUCK OFF, DRECKWEASEL! FUCK OFF, DRECKWEASEL!   
   >> FUCK OFF, DRECKWEASEL! FUCK OFF, DRECKWEASEL! FUCK OFF, DRECKWEASEL!   
      
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