by Jerome du Bois
Within two hours of our last two postings, some evil jerk sent an email which ended with saying that basically Catherine has asked for it. Asked for what? Here are his exact words:
and as far as poor catherine and her "disorder" - don't dish out shit if you can't take shit back.
Well, that tore it. The last straw. If you knew Catherine's life, you assbreath coward who signs himself only with "e," even you, in your thin, shallow malevolence, might understand that if I ever meet you I will take you down where you stand, jail be damned, and you wouldn't get up for a long, long time, and when you did, you wouldn't be the same, ever. Just like us. Just like us, who were maimed.
It is a sincere promise which I hope you will take me up on. I am ready to rock, and armed to the teeth, from my eyes to my heels, every time I step outside. Anytime, eeny-meeny-tiny-weenie.
In the meantime, rejoice, enemies, and continue to keep your silence, our equally cowardly supporters: We're done with this town, finally and for real, and everything to do with contemporary art, local, national, and international. It's a realm of evil adult babies who wouldn't know a backbone if they saw one because a backbone would run from these invertebrates. So slide on, slime; leave that greasy, shiny trail. Evubuddy's lappin' it up.
Nothing in this world is more important to me than my wife. Anyone who doesn't understand or support that can eat shit until they choke on it. And then eat it again.
Goodbye.
[Update: As was to be expected in this town, one of our worst enemies, someone who has publicly speculated on physically attacking us, showed up with a comment of "support" to rub salt in the wounds. I don't want any more emails or comments from anyone; the time for support was long ago; there's enough salt in the wounds already, you fuckheads, so just shut up and stay away or I'll start naming names, little man.]