Another One Star Hit Piece, Another Broken Vow

Writing never came easy to Joseph David Chadwick...
     Months ago, I vowed I'd never again mention Joe Chadwick, aspiring schlockmeister and man of letters. On the last night of the RNC convention, I broke that vow and now I have to break it at least one more time.
     It seems even after I got him a mail order bride, and he, against all reason in the known universe, got himself a so-called literary agent, a so-called six figure contract and a staff position writing for his publisher in Tel Aviv, despite getting a gig with Fandom.com scribbling for other fanboys like him, it seems Joseph David Chadwick, in the words of Brokeback Mountain's Ennis Del Mar, just can't quit me.
     I briefly mentioned a couple of days ago that a bubble had burst in what passes for Chadwick's brain and his stalking of yours truly entered a new cycle. He and his psycho wife Fiona have still been auditing this blog for the latest, trying unsuccessfully to get comments read and posted. But apparently, that wasn't enough so to satisfy their sick, shared obsession with me, they began looking elsewhere.
     So Chadwick, seeing tweets from the new Mike Flannigan accounts I've been posting here, began reaching out to me on one of them through his long since blocked Twitter account and then he harvested a screengrab from a video I'd posted for a Kickstarter campaign nearly five years ago, then set up a separate email address so he could create a separate Twitter account using my likeness.
     Today, I found one more instance proving correct my prediction from last winter when I said Chadwick would write a fake one star hit piece on my newest novel, GODS OF OUR FATHERS. As stated in that post, I know what he's going to do before even he does because his "mind" is so small, petty and predictable, my mind actually contains his.
     So this is the brain turd I found waiting in the review section of my last novel: Do us all a favor and vote this down whether or not it's a verified purchase. His terse, politically-motivated, stalkerish "reviews", in keeping with his intellectual laziness, are one line, not bespeaking of a mind that's even remotely capable of sticking through a 117,000 word book. He's twice put up the same argle bargle "review" of American Zen, which seemed to drive him over the deep end, not that it takes much, and both times Amazon, rightly, removed them as well as from where he'd cross-posted it on Goodreads. Let's maintain that trend.
     And if on the offchance you're one of the people who bought GODS OF OUR FATHERS, please leave a review after voting down Chadwick's idiotic, spiteful, jealous hit piece of an impeccably researched and well-written novel that's plainly beyond his limited abilities to appreciate much less read cover to cover.
     In the meantime, pretty soon I'll begin writing that thriller about twin serial killers/pedophiles who just happened to be named Chadwick and let's see in a year's time what he has to say about that novel.
     Finally, I leave you with this image of the man who's still stalking me from 7000 miles away even at a time in his life when the world, insanely enough, keeps finding new ways to throw itself at his cloven hooves with yet another Joe the Plumber opportunity.

     Every time I see this chilling mugshot of Chadwick and look into those eyes, I can't help but think of that line in The Doors' "Riders on the Storm"
     "His brain is squirming like a toad."
     Indeed, Mr. Morrison, indeed.