No, I do not rejoice about Robert Stacy McCain’s Misfortune

I have received a few e-mails inquiring my feelings about the fact that Mr. Robert Stacy McCain’s blog encountered some problems and was down; and is now being repaired.

The short answer is no.  I do not rejoice when another Blogger; even though that blogger did toss me under the bus, has a problem.

Let me explain to you why.  Back on December 25, 2007, my blog, which was at this address here, was hacked, and I mean hacked badly, by Russian hackers who had been sniffing around my site for a long while.  However, unbelievably, you can actually look at my old blog here.  Partially, it was my fault for having that blog hosted at a site, whose security software, (MOD_Security for you geeky people…) was horrible out of date.  In addition, I had done a very stupid thing.  I did a Drupal in the root directory install with WordPress in a sub-directory. I was told later that this was not a smart thing to do —- I do have knack for figuring stuff out, the hard way.

Anyhow, everything that I had written on that blog, from the day I started blogging in 2006 — was lost.  I do not believe that I could ever properly put into words how much that hurt.  However, I cannot say that it was not deserved; I did make a huge mistake.  I did something, for which I am still feeling horrible about; I insulted a man’s dead wife — by accident.  I still feel horrible about it; and those who are his friends, still hate me to this because of it.  The blog, of whom the domain name had outlived its actual purpose, as by then, I had become convinced that left was just wrong about the good majority of things — was hacked and there I was, with nothing to show for a year’s worth of work.

Anyhow, so, no, I will not sit here and rejoice over someone else’s misfortune.  I hope McCain is able to pull it out of the fire and get back to blogging.  Even though he did toss me to the curb, I still read there; because like him or not, you have to admit, he is one hell of a good writer.  McCain is better than my piss poor excuse for writing.

I could not call myself a Christian — albeit a half-assed one as I am — and still look myself in the mirror, if I thought anything different.