December 04, 2005


I was copied in on a letter to Glenn Reynolds, by an irate reader of Rob Smith's "Gut Rumbles" blog. I was in a good mood, so I replied. Please find below the correspondence in its entirety:

Dr. Reynolds,
On August 11 or 12, I e:mailed you to inform you that "Gut Rumbles", Robert Smith was dying.
You responded to me and posted on your blog that fact and asked your readers to send condolences.
A few days later, Robert Smith decided to check in to hospital to get medical attention, you posted on your web "tough love works, good" or something to that affect. Robert Smith wrote the next day that "thanks Professor, but it wasn't that" or something to that affect.

Well he wasn't "dying" in the sense that he had an incurable disease. If one reads his posts, one COULD NOT COME TO ANY OTHER CONLUSION BUT HE WAS DYING OF AN INCURABLE DISEASE LIKE ACLS OR ADVANCED CANCER.

He wasn't. It was alcoholism. I wrote in his comments section that he lied by omission by not admitting it was alcoholism and implying; no, if, ands, or buts about it, that it was an incurable disease.
His reaction was a post on his blog, "Blow Me" and my comment. (Fourth post on December 2).
What is your opinion? Did Mr. Robert Smith lie by implying that he was dying of an incurable disease and not alcoholism, a serious disease, fatal if not treated, but treatable, if one chooses?
This may seem trivial, but I think the popularity, the power of the whole internet and blogs like yours and Robert Smith's and Queenie and Baldilocks, is based on the fact that you pointed out the lies BY OMISSION of the MSM, like saying Kerry was a hero in Vietnam, who earned three purple hearts omitting he didn't spend one day or night in a hospital for his wounds, no of which was bullet wound and one a scratch, or emphasizing Arnold Schwarzenegger's groping but ignoring Gray Davis physically assaulting a female aid, or the LA Times saying Murtha supported Bush in the Gulf War, omitting that it was George H. Bush in 1990 and not George W. in 2002.
If blogs can't stand policing then they will like the pigs in Orwell's "Animal Farm", the very thing they revolted against.
Terry Josiah


Dear Terry,

I'm sorry, but you must have me confused with bloggers whose content is based on news reporting, truth, and giving a shit about the daily mewlings of the American MSM. First, I challenge you to read through my blog and find one place in which I stated that Rob Smith was "dying". Hell, I challenge you to find one place in which I mention Rob Smith or his illness at ALL. Second, if you had ever actually READ my blog, you would know that I don't really "do" news, or MSM stuff, or politics, or even current events. I'm a diarist and a fiction-purveyor, plain and simple. I've written maybe ten posts on politics or current events on the Queenie site since I began it.

Third...what is it, exactly, that you're all pissed about? You're angry because Rob did not, in fact die? Or you're angry because a death from alcoholism is somehow ignoble, not the same status as a death by cancer? Or, you're angry because you feel like Rob got an Instalink that he did not deserve and you think you brought it to him? I'm having a hard time sussing out exactly what your problem is, in this situation. Whatever it is, it seems awfully petty from where I sit.

Let me assure you that every single blogger who knows Rob in person - not an inconsiderable number - knew exactly what Rob was dying of. I could rattle off a list, if you like - Velociman, Dax Montana, Baldilocks, Key Monroe, Elisson, Yabu, Sam Moore, Grouchy Old Cripple, Straight White Guy, Single Southern Guy, Livey, Leslie, Catfish, Mama Montezz, Da Goddess, Jim from PRS, the Dogsnot boys, Dizzy Girl, YouBitch, Cadillac Tight, Dana, Michele, Chou...I could go on and on. And, as one of that number, let me also assure you of this: he WAS dying.

I saw him not two weeks before he entered the hospital. He could not walk unassisted. His eyes would not focus. He could not eat. He weighed about 100lbs dripping wet, and his skin and eyeballs were taking on the yellowed tone of someone whose liver is shutting down. It was frightening; as an eyewitness to his illness, I can personally assure you that, alcoholism or not, he was dying. If he had not gone to the hospital when he did, I personally believe that he'd have been dead by January.

Terry, do not take this as a blanket approval of Rob or how he conducts himself or his blog. When he was in his "I'm Dying" phase of the blog, this fall, I, too, had a hard time feeling sympathy for someone who was dying because they wouldn't seek treatment. I surely did NOT encourage him, or give him attention via my sites, because I felt like it was his own damn fault that he was dying. However, I think, if you're trying to "expose" Rob as anything, "liar" doesn't quite cut it. Exposing him as a Drama Queen? Well, everybody already knows he's one of those. There's no "scandal" there, you're just late to the party. Perhaps, YOU feel "taken in", because you're one of the mindless myrmidons who read Rob's blog and believe every single word he says as the literal, handed-down-from-God truth. If that's the case, then I hope that this whole episode has, for you, served as a valuable lesson in Human Nature.

Two more things: One, I think you need to quit patting yourself on the back because "you" got Rob an instalink. See, the Professor actually reads Rob, has him blogrolled, and has linked him semi-regularly for years. I seriously doubt that your e-mail was the one catalyst that caused Mr. Reynolds to link Gut Rumbles on that "fateful" day. Second, as for my "responsiblity" to be policed, to print the truth, well, BLOW ME. I don't do news-blogging, I write about my life, my family, people I have known. In that context, I have no responsibility to you or anyone else. I don't have advertisers to please. I'm not beholden to you, the MSM, or anybody else. Unless, of course, you're offering to pay for my bandwidth. Then I'd have to write what YOU wanted to see. Maybe THEN I'd be like an Animal Farm pig...but not before.


Queenie MacFarland
Sylacauga, AL

Posted by Queenie at December 4, 2005 11:56 AM | TrackBack

And that, dear children, is how it's done.

Good on ya, girl.

Posted by: Margi at December 4, 2005 12:40 PM

Excellent job, My Dear Queenie. Remind me to never piss you off.

Posted by: Bane at December 4, 2005 01:27 PM

Not only am I standing while applauding you, I'm jumping up and down. What's that called? A jumping ovation?

I have yet to meet Rob, although I will be meeting him in less than a month. But I knew just from his blog what was wrong with him. I got ridiculed by rivrdog for posting that I felt Rob was crying out for help. Because rivrdog was sure Rob was dying of an incurable disease.

So I went back and read every single one of Robs posts to see if I missed where he said he may have some sort of disease and there wasn't even an inkling.

This Terry is just a freaking psycho.

Posted by: livey at December 4, 2005 06:10 PM

You go girl!!!! If I ever get to one of these to-do' got a drink on me! You are the coolest!

Posted by: Kelly at December 4, 2005 07:13 PM

Nope, I don't ever recall Rob saying "I'm dying from ______". I do remember lots of people guessing and asking him to go to the Dr. and that's about it.
Obviously, this Terry person has never seen a person kill them self slowly with alcohol.

Posted by: Maeve at December 4, 2005 11:59 PM

Not bad, Miss Queenie.

Okay, that was damn good. Really damn good.

Posted by: Sadie at December 5, 2005 05:31 AM


Posted by: Acidman at December 5, 2005 07:48 AM

what they said!

Posted by: Circa Bellum at December 5, 2005 08:58 AM

.. you are the best, Queenie....

Posted by: Eric at December 5, 2005 11:43 AM

Good on you. You covered it from stem to stern in flocked velvet paper and tied it up in a nice, neat bow.

Now... take a deep breath and Let. It. Go.

Morons like this love stirring up a shitstorm. Ignore the miserable little pissant. I'm sure the Perfessor is. I know that's what I'm gonna do, too.


Posted by: Omnibus Driver at December 5, 2005 02:45 PM

Terry is just pissed because he had November 28th in the Dead Pool. Loser! Just Damn!

Posted by: Dax Montana at December 5, 2005 04:26 PM

no, it was my encouragement that saved him!! just kidding, agree with everything you said. however, i didn't think he'd make it to rehab, he looked so bad when i saw him in helen.

the truly cool thing to me is that this dipshit has the audacity to jump his case for not having an incurable disease. i for one think alcoholism is. you can treat it, but you will face it every day of your life. how is that not terminal?

Posted by: shoe at December 5, 2005 04:54 PM

Absolutely. Dead. Solid. Fucking. Perfect.

I am proud to know you, Miz McFarland.

Posted by: Elisson at December 5, 2005 05:37 PM

Well said. VERY well said.
And I agree, Terry is a psycho.

Posted by: Wichi Dude at December 5, 2005 08:05 PM

What a dipshit! The next thing you'll know is he'll want to sue because he was misled by a blog. Mental anguish, you know. The hard fact is we're all dying - believe it or not. Some are dying faster than others and some of us can affect that rate if we choose to. Some can't. The funny thing about this dumbass' letter is that he is incredulous that the blog could be anything less than perfectly accurate, all the time. Give me a fucking break. Either he's a total idiot or he's one of these who believes everything he reads, which means he's a total idiot. The really sad news is this person probably votes. Good post, as usual.

Posted by: Dash at December 5, 2005 10:30 PM

I confess. I'm Terry.

Posted by: Velociman at December 6, 2005 03:43 PM

You know how I am!!!

I stand with you.

All the way...

Posted by: Sam at December 6, 2005 11:32 PM


Posted by: Jim - PRS at December 9, 2005 06:12 PM

You kick ass...

Well said, chica, well said!!

Posted by: Dana at December 11, 2005 02:44 PM
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