Thursday, June 6, 2019

An Invite to Dysfunctional Bob, Sugarland Chiow, and Folks at Grace Episcopal Alexandria

In a few weeks, my dispute with Bob Malm will be four years old. Happy birthday, dear dispute.

So, this seems like the perfect time to extend this invitation and challenge. Here goes.

Bob likes to claim that I’m engaging in “online/outdoor defamation/slander.” (Guess that’s better than the indoor variant.) 

While Bob, like most at Grace Episcopal, has no idea what defamation and slander are, this also is part of the standard abusive clergy back of tricks. Engage in smear campaigns, claim your critics are defaming you, and more. You know the drill.

That said, I’m calling folks out on this. Talk’s cheap, and Bob is a master of substance-free communication. Pretty words, lots of smiles and hugs, sounds good, but nothing to it. It’s now time for Dysfunctional Bob, Sugarland Chiow, and the rest of the fake Christian crowd at Grace to put their money where their mouths are and sue me. 

You argue that you’re being defamed. Go to court and prove it. That’s right. Time to man up and file suit. Go for it.

And while you’re trying, see how fast I prove that you repeatedly lied under oath. See how quickly I prove that NO member of my family, or anyone claiming to be them, repeatedly made appointments with you and cancelled. See how fast I show that you committed perjury. See how fast I show you even lied to your own church, telling members that Mike and I left on our own.

Bob Malm has a big mouth, and he likes to yell and bully, especially if he thinks his target won’t fight back. But I predict he doesn’t have the spine to put his money where his mouth is and prove his assertions.

Oh, and by the way: This whole conflict shows just how stupid Bob Malm really is. There’s no fact pattern out there in which he and Grace Church win. None. And every time he has tried to force me to back down, he’s just cemented my resolve.

So, time to put for Dysfunctional Bob and Sugarland Chiow to put on their big girl panties and belly up to the bar.

Game on!