SooperDad's Most Wanted

Welcome to a (hopefully) brand new series here on SooperSenchrul. During a conversation with Crazy Dumbsaint of the Mind, she suggested that I recruit a nemesis. Instead, I will fill the interwebz with SooperDad's Most Wanted. Criminals of intelligence. Thieves of common sense.

We all have our dumb moments. Moments where we do something that we wish we could take back. Moments that our actions are so incredibly stupid that we wonder how we lived to the age we currently are.

To highlight these moments of stupidity, I will begin to chronicle these nemeses(?) in a weekly series, but I need help from you. If you recognize a candidate for nemesis, e-mail the SooperHawtline at Sooperdadblog@Gmail.com to get them on the radar.

First up, the Stalker Box Stalker.

Everyone has experienced or seen one of these criminals. Somebody that sees their friend comment in the ticker on the right side of Facebook, then clicks on the activity, and decides to add absolutely nothing useful to the conversation.

Clarissa - you're using text messaging incorrectly.

I've actually fallen victim to this criminal's persuasion when I commented with a joke on an apparently renown underwater photographer's page. I luckily deleted before he saw, but I narrowly escaped becoming part of this gang.

Usually, this group is made up of the elderly, or the technologically inept. These criminals may become belligerent when confronted for their mistake, and may become aggressive to anyone that challenges them. Once they infiltrate a post, the disease spreads, because then the rest of their gang sees it and may decide to bring more inane rants into the fold.

This post lured two of these villains to the light.

  If left unchecked, these criminals eventally go on the offensive, posting a status demanding concessions from the page or person. These demands include repenting, censoring, or terminating the "offensive" material. Most of the time, logic prevails in these situations, and the criminals are thwarted. There are occasions where the problem goes unchecked for an extended period of time. This is dangerous, and can result in a massive stupidity headache later.

Oh Cindy......

It's up to you to keep cyberspace safe. Be vigilant, SooperPhrends.

An Open Letter to My Stalker...

Dear Mr. T,

That's right. I know who you are. I know that you are a idea stealing scrub-a-dub from way back. Get some original ideas. I've held my tongue for too long, but this final thought robbery was too much to bear. Just remember that What Goes Around......Comes Around.

Let's examine the evidence, shall we? Or are you scared to see the bright light of truth shone upon your decietful ways? (Oh No) What You Got?

Here is an e-mail I sent to a friend. I have those. You don't? Cry Me A River.

See the date? Now....let's see this article, dated JUNE 11, 2011 in which you stated,

“There’s a need for a place where fans can go to interact with their favorite entertainers, listen to music, watch videos, share and discover cool stuff and just connect. MySpace has the potential to be that place. Art is inspired by people and vice versa, so there’s a natural social component to entertainment.”

So, Senorita, what do you have to say for yourself now? Look, I said those women you dated were hot waaaaay before you dated them. You didn't give me anything. Not even a fist bump. But my fists are going to bump all over your face. I'm going to Rock Your Body so much, you'll wish you were Dead and Gone.
If I had $35 million dollars, a slew of intellectual property lawyers, and Until The End Of Time, I would own you, Mr. T. I'm not looking for fame, I just want you to give me my SexyBack.

Sincerely,

Brent Sieckman, Arl of Awesomeness