And due to that potentially damaging inference, were I to work there, I'd be hot to get a lawyer as soon as I could document an actual loss to my person, property, or reputation.
You all do know ISPs have to give up your home address, don't you? Not that the lady in Minnesota whose kids downloaded ripped songs was guilty, but she's still in court. Probably nothing going on like that here, either, laywers cost money. But the continuing micro drama of exploiting a makers personal life will eventually hit the legal threshold. All the defensive posting does is to feed the trolls and keep them, and it, alive.
Military management principles, concentrated livestock feeding, and now a legal expert? Is there any end to your breathtaking skill set?
Just so that you know, the truth is a total defense to claims of slander and libel.
Any actual losses to person, property, or reputation, would totally hinge on whether that person, and his reputation, were squared away or not. In this case, there will be no lawsuits, because Mr. Middle Earth knows there is no way for him to win them.
Facts aren't such tricky things, even Lynn Thompson sometimes grasps them.
The facts surrounding Mickey Ray Burger are not really in dispute, well in no more dispute than his next spin on his own sordid tale puts into it.
The fact that there are several posts at once going on about this Strider character is not due to some horde of flamers who look to pounce every Strider reference made. It has to do with the fact that the dude never owns up.
BF.com has a wonderful archive. People actually read it. The questions come up anew for folks not around the first time. Then the apologists come in and try to patch up the irreparable.
If the guy would have (let's do gentalia, it's one of Mick's favorites) SACKED UP, and ironed out all of the cutesy fartsy embellishments and outright lies about his persona, a nearly whole cloth character he conjured up into a certain amount of mystique just to sell some knives, none of these endless threads would matter.
If he would have come clean when caught, instead of trying the "lie du jour" method, one could say, "Strider? That's an old story. Use the search function."
Instead, the dude just keeps stacking the shit and hoping no one will notice when it falls over again in a new stink.
Latest example is from his Badlands sticky about how he was going to be punished for carjacking by being deployed to Somalia, apparently in a spooky style civilian capacity, (Mick wouldn't serve as a cook or wash helos would he?), after a brief two years in the Army, with no Ranger tab, any other demonstrable advanced training, an allegedly serious spinal condition, and after having been reduced in rank before being discharged. He was allegedly going to serve in Somalia for a year, with his pay kept as a fine, when apparently, the US Attorney's office, or the judge, pulled the deal and sent him away for the better part of five years in a FedPen.
Putting aside obvious military inconsistencies to this account, there is the whole matter of bringing in a variation of the hoary old myth "Join the Army or do time son."
Even when Mr. Burger was being a bad guy, there were in place these inconvenient truths called
Federal Sentencing Guidelines. These guidelines were intended by Congress to serve as templates to ensure equal justice for equal crimes was meted out. Strider implies that there was a deal in place to recommend a departure from these guidelines, apparently because he was someone special. I smell the south end of a north bound steer in that account.
First, he had no special skills that the particularly untaxed US Army in 1993 would have needed out of him
special enough to pervert justice being done in his case. The only non-DOD or European sourced caucasin
civilians working Somalia were affiliated with the UN and with NGO charities such as Medicines Sans Frontieres. Mick has never intimated possessing civil administration or charity medical skills. He's a HS/LD wannabe, not a civil service wannabe. He also has displayed no discernable talent for diplomacy, so the State Department and the Peace Corps are also out as potential spook cover.
So the government's apparent scraping of the
very bottom of a very full post-Gulf War barrel of experience and skill defies logical explanation in terms of either military or para-military capacities requiring the talents of a little trained carjacker.
The "I coulda fought the skinnies" account does allow the Fabulous Mick Strider to intimate that he was special, in a way you wannabes are not, with little or no chance of critics being able to check it out. It's a page stolen directly from Kevin McClung's "fake autobiographical" model, quite frankly.
Too bad for him, and for the sake of the future flame wars that will undoubtedly come, that the logical underpinnings of the account are so shaky as to be all but unbelievable.
That's enough for now. I do think that this is the part where it's next implied or outright stated by someone that I'd get my ass kicked if I dared not be an internet wuss and confronted him about his colorful fantasy life in person.
