An open letter to 👑 Roo-kiss...

I realize you will never see this, but I have decided to reach out to you in the hope that it might find its way to you. I have no interest in contacting you directly, but I think you should know, yes, I want you to know that you have found your way back into my thoughts and prayers.
First of all, I wish to offer you a traditional southern compliment: "Why Roo-kiss, I do declare, I just positively adore the left flower on your sun-bonnet."

I'm sure as a southerner you understand the nuance of my compliment. It's what we like to call "backhanded".
While it may sound kind to the untrained ear, the truth is that the words are unkind indeed.
For the uninitiated, I shall attempt to explain:
If only one flower on the sun-bonnet is worthy of praise, the implication is that the other flowers on the sun-bonnet are not worthy of praise, hence the sun-bonnet (and perhaps the one wearing it) proves to be unacceptable in the sight of polite genteel society.
Sigh. It's becoming a lost art to express hatred and loathing in such a lovely, painterly way. But if anyone can bring it back into style, you can, dear. I have faith in you.
As a master of this falseness yourself, I'm sure you are fitting right in with the other hillbillies in Backwater USA.
But I digress.

I came, not to offer false flattery, but to relate good news:
I, Dreamwindow, have gone by my own estimation, 461 days without any contact with you. I have not been on any of your webpages, whether it be FA, DA, Twitter, Patreon, Instagram, Kickstarter, or any of the hundreds of sites I don't even know about. I have not ogled any of your "art", perused any of your tawdry stories, or bought any of your Store Envy hand-me-downs. I have not attempted to contact you or gain your unwanted attention in any way.
I have also done a fairly good job of removing your name from anything on my webpage.

Not that you deserve any consideration from me. Because you don't deserve any consideration. So I have not been giving you any consideration. I did these things for me, so I don't have to be reminded of you and how poorly you treated me and how you cheated me out of what I am rightfully due.

In truth, even back in the olden days when I watched you, I mostly didn't look at your "art", mostly didn't read your tawdry stories, and mostly didn't buy your Store Envy hand-me-downs. I mostly just committed your condescending journals to memory as well as the gruesome comments between you and your watchers. Sometimes I would offer an unwanted and unsolicited comment. Mainly because... well, have you ever witnessed a train wreck and you were just dying for someone to come up to you and ask you what you saw? Only no one ever did, so you pushed yourself in front of the news camera and started talking until the news reporter mocked you?
Yeah.

I do want you to know that I have always been honest with you. Something you never were with me, not even when you blocked me and pretended to tell me why. Therefore I will share this tidbit of information: Sometime after you blocked me on FA, a few years ago, I tried once to offer a comment to see if you really did block me because I still couldn't believe what an [censored] you were for doing it. The comment, of course, would have been: ;)

Also I want you to know that although I have not looked at anything of yours, I have occasionally viewed art or webpages or stories of people who work with you or do fan art or have possibly commissioned you. Stormwolff comes to mind for obvious reasons. Like I said, I love a good 👑 Roo-kiss train wreck.

I have also written pages of material concerning my last contact with you, but I have held back from posting it, not that any one cares. But I'm quite certain a handful of people would be most amused if it ever sees the light of day. Mainly I didn't post it because I have been too busy to give you a thought over the past fifteen months. And how calm and peaceful those Roo-kiss free months have been! Sadly that has changed. Because of something you have done. The harmony of my userpage has now been ravaged as of late by your mind-numbing Kickstarter ads bombarding me, thrusting your wares in my face once again. It's like a cockroach running across my screen, begging me to take off my shoe and pound it into oblivion. Must... maintain... self control.

In short, I am not amused, and I am not happy that you have invaded my personal space. It makes me uncomfortable. I realize you don't care. I understand you have stuff to sell, souls to drain. But perhaps you should care. You are poking a sleeping bear.

with love, your dear friend, -D.