... in violation of Facebook's Terms of Use?
UPDATE: I got him to take it down. Parody is one thing, but appropriating someone's name and using it in a way that can cause confusion -- as this person continues to encourage in the comments section of his blog -- is abusive. That's why it violated the Terms of Use over at Facebook. Unfortunately, this blogger -- I'm not going to link to him -- engages in a lot of moronic abuse on his blog. He seems to think it's funny -- and that I deserve it, of course.
ANOTHER UPDATE: I'm told that the person who made the Facebook page is not the same person who writes the blog that has encouraged impersonation, even though the person who made the page has the same first name as the person who writes the blog and encourages impersonation, and even though the person who made the page chose to brag about it on the blog that encourages impersonation. Whether this is one guy or two guys, he's an idiot.
AND: Facebook responded to my complaint and deleted the imposter account.
August 16, 2007
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All right...I give up.
Who is impersonating you on Facebook?
It's really hard to tell which profile is the real one. I mean one Ann Althouse is friends with Debbie Schlussel, that Atlas Shrugs woman, and someone called Teh Sammich. The other AA is friends with Garance Franke-Ruta. Both profiles seem equally unlikely. Are there two impersonators?
I'm so confused.
The one that says "Network: Wisconsin Faculty" has to be the real one, since that would require an University of Wisconsin faculty email account.
What is Facebook?
I feel so old.
Sadly, no, I do not know.
Annie, stop blaming bradrocket. I am Ann Althouse, and you are the fake. I am 70 years old, an alcoholic, and into butterflies.
So there.
All your facebooks are belong to us!
For the record, I was kidding about being confused. It was pretty clear you'd never be friends with Garance.
Edgar Winters?
Oh those bad boys. Always male. Don't you have any females that abuse you?
I've changed my mind. The fake Ann Althouse will not bully me, the real Ann Althouse, into not being on facebook. People need to know of my love of alcohol and butterflies. I'm turning it back on, and fake Ann, don't blame bradrocket. He didn't do it. I did.
No Annie, I am not bradrocket, I am a different brad. And it's no longer down, so there, again.
If you put it up again, I will report you to Facebook and have you removed. It's pure bad faith, as is allowing impersonators in the comments. I have asked you to remove it and you have refused. I do not like to be pushed to do more than simply ask for decent behavior from you.
Funny how your sense of humor has melted away, Anniebaby. I would've thought my trying to be you would be flattering. I'm just trying to woo you, after all.
When facebook deletes it, that'll be the end of it. But till then I'm taking extremely juvenile pleasure from getting a rise out of you, and have no plans of stopping.
But I'm not bradrocket, I can't stress that enough. Leave him be or I'll make you interested in... I dunno, something that'd be so foul you'd delete this comment for containing it.
Ah, to be sixteen again.
What, these boys are in their 30's?
Oh. Creepy.
I have no doubt that it was funny and you certainly deserve to be mocked because a) you throw such entertaining hissy fits and b) you're very dumb.
Wish I had thought of Facebooking you, hmmm perhaps Myspace...
Brad, I have a sense of humor but I don't accept impersonation. Even if it is done with excellent humor -- and I certainly doubt yours is -- but i have no idea what you've written and I don't intend to read it.
Brad, I think Facebook will not only delete it but end your account.
I was being nice by asking you to take it down voluntarily so it wouldn't screw up your account.
Idle hands are the devil's workshop.
This slapper must have run out of batteries for that flashlight thing that warms up the plastic vagina.
Reveal yourself, Brad.
I promise I'll overnight you some fresh DD alkalines.
Brad, I have a sense of humor...
No, you don't.
"I promise I'll overnight you some fresh DD alkalines."
Send them lithium batteries, that way they can power their pocket pussies and also be able to crack the batteries open and swallow a little of the lithium when they start having one of their "episodes".
Really, these kids would be funny if they weren't so pathetic. At least real socially awkward, plug-faced loser kids would do something creative like pee in the popular girl's pencil box. But making a fake Facebook? L-a-m-e
Gawd, you kiddies are so puritanical. I mean, it's sort of scary that you seem to think drinking wine is somehow shameful! I pity your dinner guests. Actually, I pity anyone who knows you. What a small, shriveled, joyless little world you live in. Have a few glasses of wine sometime. You might unpucker your tight ass a little.
I think any male capable of getting a decent erection can have a better time than ole Brad's having. A limp rag is no rocket.
I know, the "rocket" part is funny. Telling. Poignant, in fact.
Isn't Ann just assuming it was someone at Sadly, No! It could have been a commenter, a lurker, an imitator, anyone.
How do these people find time for all this? I can't even keep up with my *own* MySpace and blog comments and email, etc...
Oh yeah, and the "rocket" thing is a dig at John Hinderaker at Powerline referring to himself as "Hindrocket", so your glee might be a little misplaced, but... whatever.
That humors' just too powerful to comprehend. He's making fun of John Hindraker. Oh.. OH Yeah! Now I get it. Excuse while I go laugh my ass off.
I am 70 years old, an alcoholic, and into butterflies.
You must be Vladimir Nabokov.
That's hilarious, Mortimer, but a little over their 'lil heads, I'm sure.
Who cares whether it was Brad at "Sadly, No" or Brad Davis at "Saggy 'Ho" or Copper Brads at "Badly Low" or one of the 103 Brads who live in Chad. It was and is L-A-M-E.
If the Brad bragging about making the Facebook page on that blog where people are encouraged to impersonate me and where they won't do anything about it is not the Brad that writes the blog, then it's a coincidence that fooled me, and maybe it will make the Brad that writes the blog more sympathetic to the problem of mistaken identity. He should clean up his mess of a blog over there.
Re Garance: She invited me to be her friend. I have nothing against her, actually.
Annie, my love?
You need to work on your reading comprehension skills. Bradrocket's only words on this issue were in a post requesting I take the profile down because your emails were annoying him. I replied in the comments. You have your own blog, the distinction between a post and the comments to it shouldn't be beyond your ken.
Who IS this "brad" loser, anyway?
You need to work on your reading comprehension skills! As I wrote earlier, we don't care which "brad" you are, because whichever one you are, you're L-A-M-E. Now begone, brad-sans-nads.
Don't give Palladian credit for my obsession.
From Webster’s New Universal Unabridged Dictionary (Deluxe, 2nd Ed.):
brad, n. [Dan. braad, a prick] a small, slender penis with a small or off-center head.
"Your obsession with erections..."
Mmm, that's right! What queer isn't obsessed with erections? You're not behaving manfully, you're not smart enough to actually make fun of in any substantive way, so therefore what better tack to take than limp, nadless brad?
"You know, I realize you're going on 70 or whatever, but seriously, you act like you're still in high school, being picked on."
I know it's difficult for you, turd-ball, but think about it for a minute: your little friend buttrocket or braed or brahd or someone named brad who isn't buttrocket brad or something, made a fake Facebook page about a woman that they dislike for some reason, and you're accusing someone else of acting like a high school student? Priceless!
But are you smart enough to understand the irony of it all? Sadly, no.
Once you boys graduate or get laid, perhaps you'll begin to behave like adults. Who knows, some of you might actually be worth talking to when you grow up! Early indications, however, don't look promising.
Palladian, I've got some bad news for you. I've been laid, and graduated, and I'm going to guess, apropos of the Wingnut Theory of Projection, that you have done neither.
Your humor is dead-on highschool though. Buttrocket? Excuse me while I die laughing.
Um, duh? I'm speaking your language, turd-brain!
I'm not familiar with the Wingnut Theory of Projection... is that something they taught at your community college? It would be amusing if you were suggesting I was a Republican or something just because I think you and your pimply-bottomed friends are lame losers, although I've argued here and elsewhere that the term "wingnut" is essentially meaningless without specifying which wing the insultee inhabits. Personally I prefer dexter-nut over right-wing nut simply because it allows me to call left-wing nuts what they often are: sinister-nuts. Anyway, if you're implying that I'm a right wing nut, you're wrong. If you're simply implying that I'm a nut, you're right. You have no idea how fucking nuts I am, andy.
At any rate, you're excused. Now go die (laughing or not) like you've promised.
Andrew,
You need to talk to Lou Reed before you start making any assumptions about Palladian.
Preferably the "Transformer" era Lou Reed.
Did you happen to think that the same person inpersonating you is also, at the very same time, impersonating that other person?
Impersonating her highness...Ann?
Now that's when you've really hit rock bottom.
I'm surprised, being so incredibly full of herself as she is, Ann hasn't literally exploded.
Add the regular sycophants and you've yourself got one hell of a suckfest.
I'm curious: is the real Facebook Ann Althouse friends with Debbie Schlussel or Garance Franke Ruta?
Palladian sez: "I'm speaking your language, turd-brain!" ZING! That's the kind of rhetorical snap you can only get from a fine arts education.
"Palladian sez: "I'm speaking your language, turd-brain!" ZING! That's the kind of rhetorical snap you can only get from a fine arts education."
Mmm, and that's the kind of blinkered pedantry you get from someone who doesn't understand what "I'm speaking your language" means.
And since when did people who link to anarchist websites on their lame, dead blogs become diploma snobs? Do you use Baccarat crystal bottles for your Molotov cocktails? Do the servants letter your protest signs?
Dear Ann the Inane:
You have no idea how entertaining it is reading your posts. Not for the reasons you think...which of course makes it all the more entertaining.
Most of your commenters are waaay beyond you, probably in much the same way that any students you might have had surely toyed with you. While you stamped your pointer and pursed your lips no doubt.
Though how you were allowed to stand in front of a room full of students is beyond me.
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