But if you want to read about me, don’t bother reading what she wrote. It’s not even about me. I’m just a proxy. She really hates Tucker Max.
Which is really funny because she can’t keep his name out of her mouth. It’s the fourth time this year she’s written about him. She obviously trolls the messageboard (and posts occasionally) and eagerly gobbles the latest news, then she pisses and moans about it, or gossips about how much actual Rudius authors get paid, and is probably one of the two people who constantly vandalize his Wikipedia page.
But if I recall, this whole thing started over my post about driving. I think cars should travel with the flow of traffic and generally allow for people going the speed limit to pass unencumbered. Is that even a debate? Should we really concern ourselves with people who say things like this:
Some fuck started tailgating me anyway and for reasons unbeknownst to me; he refused to pass me in the slow lane. So, I reduced my speed. I picked up my cell phone and dialed my friend’s phone number. “I’m going to be late,” I calmly told her, “I’m about to get into a traffic accident.” Then I turned off my phone and slammed on my brakes.
I wonder if this was before or after she decided to go homeless to pay off her credit card debts? Or if it’s in the same fantasy world where she’s not fat and bitter and making up stories is OK? This has got to be a joke. I said she was laughable before, and that was before I knew she was so sad and desperate for attention that she’d actually hurt people to get it.
While we’re at it, let’s look at her record: Hollie Toner. One of her readers was nice enough to send me her traffic history and another sent me her IP address, which all just happen to corroborate the traffic logs with the people she’s fought with (screenshot here and look in the comments for more). If you didn’t catch that, Violent Acres is written by Hollie Toner (more evidence here and here.) And Hollie Toner–the excellent driver–can’t figure out how to yield properly. Of course, there could have been a wild teenager nearby and it caused her bitter little hand to slip off the wheel.
Hollie, I realize why I made you so upset:
You’re one of those people. You hate your life and figured, “If I’m going to be a loser, I might as well make a scene doing it.” So you cause car accidents and bitch about sites with New York Times Bestselling authors and writers whose material people actually care about. Instead of being content to offer nothing to the world, you decided you ought to take from it.
And then of course, there is your obsession with Tucker. We get it. You think you’re better than him but you’d still die for his attention. So you hate us both for it. I’ve got to tell you Hollie, if 2007 made you mad, just wait until 2008. You are going to be pissed. Looks like you’ve got a few more car accidents to look forward to.