Have you had your email from John Bond/Tony Montana/Tropicana yet?
by John Ansell
As I’ve long suspected, the now banned commenter Tropicana is John C of Whangarei AKA John Bond AKA Tony Montana.
This serial ejectee, who just yesterday denied using multiple identities on this blog, is now pumping out emails as John Bond (an old alias of John C’s) claiming, among other things, that I use multiple identities.
(Gavin: I’m you, apparently, and Graeme, and Ironsides, to name just a few of my noms-de-plume.)
He also claims that the Fraud Squad is investigating me for running a scam to extort money from bewildered old blog readers when I have apparently no intention of ever running a Treatygate campaign.
What seems to have escaped this escapee from the Australia foreign service is that I’ve actually been running the campaign for some time.
Every time I post some evidence here, I’m working on the campaign to inform New Zealanders about Treatygate.
It must be getting some traction or Willie Jackson and John Tamihere wouldn’t have had me on their show on Wednesday– or asked me to stay for another hour because the phones were running so hot.
(More on that in the morning.)
If I’m not campaigning, John, what was I doing banner-waving with Mike Butler at Waitangi — at some personal cost?
Or banner-waving on Prime News from the steps of Parliament?
Or handing out leaflets and heckling at the Te Papa Treaty ‘Debates’?
Or presenting my 200 carefully-prepared slides of evidence to meetings in Nelson and Auckland and Tauranga and Kapiti and Wellington?
(With plans afoot for Wanganui and Waikanae and Hawkes Bay and Hamilton and Christchurch.)
And why would someone who is so open/naïve/stupid (take your pick) as to give a week’s notice of his intention to visit the hotbed of Griever Maori protest on the day when he would be most outnumbered, feel the need to cower behind a slew of alter egos?
Some say I should ignore this highly plausible but dangerously disturbed man — that talking about him will just give him the attention he so clearly craves.
But I’ve always preferred to answer my critics upfront — especially those who bag me behind my back.
If you get an email from John Bond, I trust the above will give you an idea of what to do with it.
And John, if you threaten me the way you did the last time you got banned, my next call will be to the Whangarei police.
Meantime, I look forward to pointing all this out to the Fraud Squad.