After months of intermittent mild “harassment”—which entails popping into various of my Internet channels now & then to drop some disparaging comment—Justin Blok can’t seem to be able to get on with his life.
Let me introduce him, once again.
Here’s the post I wrote about him. Essentially:
- I posted a simple inquiry on the Los Zacatitos Facebook Group page shortly after arrival at the end of May, 2015. I was looking for a very specific sort of quad motor-scooter to buy second-hand, just to get around locally.
- Justin Blok, who doesn’t know me from doG, has no idea of my age, background, experience living abroad for years, running a company and employees, setting up all manner of tech in the early years myself…presumes to tell me what to do, implying I don’t know what I want, what I’m doing, what tradeoffs are in play.
- There is no greater sin with me.
- I told him to go fuck off, as I would anyone, especially a stranger.
- The thread was basically a flame war back-&-forth for a day. People in Zac were horrified (at me, since I’m always dead serious). People in Zac are pretty fucking stupid about this kind of stuff, as I came to learn. They put pleasantries above principles always. Pleasantries, for me, are at my pleasure and leisure—gifts from me to you, if you will—and not primary modes of operation. One must earn my dispensations. Assuming them get’s you a fuck off every time.
- Having made my point, I deleted the post next day.
- Blok would not let it rest.
So, he harangued me at times in other comment threads, then eventually posted this comment in the thread of another post, the author of which soon deleted:
“Here is some of the best advice you are going to get. Its the Baja, be careful how you treat people. Its a big desert out there.”
Thus, the post, which was basically a recounting of the whole deal to that point, and taking his veiled threat as a serious and legitimate threat, given that he had not left me alone since I deleted the original thread. Perfectly reasonable and circumspect of me. I wanted to get it all on public record, in case anything did indeed happen. I was sleeping outside, not behind locked doors, had no alarm system, not even a dog, and by law, was disarmed but for a very sharp knife on the table by the bed. Everyone in Zac knew exactly where I was.
So I get this message via Facebook the other day.
I will be coming to California to file a defamation suit against you for making false statements about me that kept me from getting hired. Putting me in the google search cost me money and now I have enough proof to file suit against you.
Well, first of all, I did not “put [him] in ‘the google’ search.” I wrote a post, just as I’ve been doing for a dozen years, more than 4,000 times. Google indexed it, just as they do all my posts, because I create new content often, and so results for my indexing rank pretty well. I don’t do any SEO stuff ever, I don’t game Google ever. I just write and Google treats me well.
He sent that sometime Sunday afternoon, but I didn’t actually see it until Monday morning. At first, it was laf-worthy. Then, I was relishing the fight. But I decided, this time, to chew a bit. Where I was, by yesterday afternoon, is that I have no desire for this chain of incidents to hamper him in life, now that time and the immediate threat is long past. I don’t care about his various micro-agressons on my various Internet channels, I’m no longer in Zac sleeping alone outdoors, without my firearms nearby, and I’m unaware of him making any additional threats, veiled or otherwise.
So, this morning, I reached out:
Knock yourself out. No statements were false, as can be easily demonstrated once Facebook archives are subpoenaed. Your handle was Cali420King, and the rest was direct quotes.
You probably have little idea of how difficult it is to prevail in a defamation suit, especially with someone like me who had a business for 20 years eating lawyers for lunch.
I am a master at getting an opponent’s legal bill into the high 5 figures pre-trial. Better be prepared to spend lots of money on a bad bet.
Alternatively, I’m not a grudge holder and if you care to ask nicely, I’m always open to dialog. I really don’t want this to hang over your head if it indeed hampers you. But if that’s not your ultimate wish, but rather to go to war, then I’m more than ready and likely have more experience than whichever lawyer you choose.
Let me know what it is you really want, what value you’re acting to gain.
Here’s what I get back.
You take the post down immediately and this is over.
You keep it, we go to court. I sue you for lost earnings.
Your post reads Justin Blok threatens to have me killed and buried in the desert. But the quote you posted shows no words regarding killing your or burying you anywhere. That’s what you decided to put. You attacked me. I didn’t attack you. I have a dozen people in Zacs ready to write affidavits stating just that.
take it down now or you face a legal battle. I have already spoken and ready to retain an attorney to take action.
You can even keep the lame post, just take it down from the google search immediately and this goes away.
Again, not the way to deal with me. Asking nicely is the way to deal with me. I am not above taking down the post so it doesn’t hang over his head forever. But I will not do so under duress, threat, and there will be no gloating, or it goes back up.
Here’s how it works: ‘OK man, you got me. Now can we please end this and would you please consider taking down that post, and if you can, could you request that Google de-chache and de-index it?’
Sure, man, and have a decent rest of your life.
…Incidentally, that ‘killed and buried in the dessert’ thing is not at all uncommon at the tip of the Baja, though I didn’t know it at the time, having been there only a couple of weeks when this transpired. All those writing affidavits better be prepared to testify once subpoenaed, under oath, that they are completely unaware of such threats being issued before, and especially by one current resident against another long term resident who no longer resides there often (you all know exactly what I mean and who I’m talking about). But, chances are that their “affidavits” will amount to that they think I’m an asshole (not illegal, nor a tort), and I put up screen clips of their utter moral ambivalence toward someone (me) being hit from behind by a drunk guy in a bar. Get typing your “affidavits.”
Alright, let’s see how this plays out. Maybe time to oder a case of popcorn. Should this progress to an actual suit, I’ll be blogging udates regularly, adding as much vitriolic fuel to the fire as possible. Nobody is safe from Google. All affidavits received during the discovery phase will be published here, with all identifying information. Should be a lot of fun.
I’ll probably do the case primarily pro se (pro per), given I have a lot of time on my hands, and I’ve done it a couple of times before (in superior court, not small claims) and have prevailed each time. I’ll engage legal counsel as true counsel, i.e., as a consultant.
Update: More here.