Nay continues to bully me with a "parable" which ends with me being killed. (See the bottom of this post.) How "nice". Here is my response to her:

You know Nay, I write stories too. And every story I have written is either to enlighten and explain the truth, to make people laugh, or to warm their heart or inspire them in some way. And I write satires to make fun of ridiculous situations and outrageous behaviors, like many comedy writers do. BUT, I have never written anything with the intention to bully, frighten, or threaten anyone with physical harm. Your "parable" was not wise or funny, nor written with any honorable purpose.

YES, you can call me a dragon. YES, you can say I have a "protruding underbelly". You can call me "boisterous and proud". And yes, sometimes I "roar late into the night".

But you know what? I roar because I CARE about the King AND the villagers. I roar when I see the King being disrespected, sometimes by his own servants and workers and villagers. I roar when I see the villagers being mistreated too. I roar when I see the King's castle and surrounding buildings on fire and everyone is just sitting around doing nothing to douse the fire. I roar when I see the village businesses being mismanaged and people taking advantage of the KING'S KIND HEART. I roar when I see villagers being treated unjustly and punishments administered unfairly. Yes, roaring disturbs the music at times, but it is necessary to effect improvement. Sweeping all the kingdom's problems into the moat is not going to solve ANYTHING, and in the long run leads to deterioration of the village and the eventual downfall of the King-- the very person that the rats like you claim to "support". Empires built on unfair practices, unjust treatment of the common man, uneven application of laws, and heartless cruelty NEVER survive. They eventually fall from within.

So go ahead and call me a Dragon. And I admit I have a big mouth. But at least I have a heart, and kind intentions. Everything this dragon has done was with the intention to help the King and his villagers, and make his village the finest in the land, because he deserves to have that. So go ahead and be a rat and ride your turtles and stab me in the heart with your hateful words. At least I HAVE a heart to stab. And go ahead and believe that the King will order me killed. I'm sure he loves a rat speaking on his behalf, telling the world that he wishes me DEAD.

And I will sit here in horror, that anyone could even think to write such a "parable", and thinking about all that's happened--- that fans of the wonderful Josh Groban could ever do such terrible things and claim that he supports them.



NAY's latest bullying, copied from here: NAY'S MYSPACE

The Parable of the Turtles

Once, in a kingdom not too far away, there was a quiet village filled with friendly people. Every night, the most beautiful music could be heard emanating from the king's castle in the center of the town...music that the villagers dearly loved, and that kept them happy and peaceful.

But one day, that peace was disturbed by the arrival of a very boisterous and proud dragon.

The dragon first attempted to approach the village, but found that it was too well guarded...he could not fly over the walls, dig under them, or knock them down... Frustrated but too proud to admit defeat, he nested himself into a cave near the village, where he proceeded to stomp and snort and roar late into the night, so that none of the villagers could ever get a moment's peace.

While out hunting, the dragon came across a small but wise rat. Just as he was about to pop the rat into his huge jaws, the rat interjected: "I wouldn't DO that if I were you..." The dragon, very full of himself, began to laugh at the idea of being warned by such an insignificant creature. "And who are YOU to tell me what I should do? I'm a mighty dragon, I do whatever I want!"

The rat just replied, "Because the king isn't happy with you disturbing his people. If you don't behave, he'll send out the turtles after you."

This made the dragon laugh even louder. "Surely you jest. Knights with great swords have tried to defeat me and lost...Why would I fear harmless turtles?? Besides, I've been here in this cave for months, and I haven't heard one word from the king. None of his men have come after me. I do as I please! Surely if the king was unhappy, I would know by now. "

The rat just nodded sagely and said, "Ah, but the king has been out promoting his latest CD fox-hunting, and he has had other priorities....but the villagers have truly become restless. The king loves his people. If you are smart, you will fly out of here as far and as fast as your wings can carry you, and never come back."

But of course, the proud dragon did not listen.

Some time went by, and then one day the dragon noticed that great colorful tents were being set up in center of the village, and preparations were being made for a huge celebration.

"See," he said to the rat. "The villagers have seen how mighty I am! They have finally decided that they cannot keep me out any longer, and want to welcome me with a banquet in my honor." And with that, the dragon began polishing his scales and sharpening his claws.

The rat only said, "You REALLY need to leave now, they'll be coming soon." But the dragon was too busy preening to listen. He snorted and roared louder than ever, impressed with the sound of his own voice.

Each day, the dragon would stand watch, looking out upon the horizon and waiting for the arrival of his invitation.

Then surely enough, one day the king and his men arrived...and the dragon understood what had taken them so long--they were riding on great ancient armed turtles! The dragon arrogantly stepped up to the king and said "I'm happy you finally made it here...I know that you must be thrilled to have come here to invite ME into your village. I AM the bravest, strongest, and mightiest of all the creatures in the kingdom!" ...and with that, the dragon spread his wings and puffed out his mighty chest.

The king, usually a soft-spoken and benevolent ruler, spoke only one word....

"ENOUGH."

And with that command, each of the turtles whipped out a huge fountain pen, and plunged it into the dragon's soft and overinflated underbelly. Without so much as a final roar, the dragon fell with a thunderous crash.

That night, as the villagers feasted on roasted medium-rare dragon, cupcakes and Jack Daniels, relief was returned to the kingdom as they all were able to enjoy the beautiful music playing from the windows of the king's castle, without further interruption.

And as for the rat... ?

He returned to his humble hole, nestled into a warm corner of the castle near the king's piano

...and they all lived happily ever after.

The End.