Things are mighty quiet around the Hoaxtead Corral these days. The barn door is hanging from one rusty hinge, swaying in the breeze. You can hear the wind whistlin’ through the hay in the back forty, and every now’n’then a tumbleweed rolls on past, but that’s purdy much about it. [EC: you’re not writing a Western film script. Knock it off. -Ed.] [Oh. Right. Sorry, don’t know what came over me. -EC]
Anyway, you get the idea. Ever since the first spate of arrests back in mid-September, when some of the more virulent Hoaxtead mobsters realised that they could be next, there’s been a mass ditching of Facebook and Twitter accounts, and a real reluctance to post further threats and harassment, for fear of the long arm of the law.
Not that we’re complaining, mind. This is what we’ve been hoping for, ever since Sabine “accidentally” sent Ella and Abe’s videos to Henry Curteis of The Tap Blog, and set off an online firestorm.
Quiet is good…except when it comes to writing about Hoaxtead and its slimy denizens. Then, quiet can become a bit of a challenge.
So just for a larf, we thought we’d take a peek over on Abe and Ella’s blogs.
Did you know they have two? No, neither did we. There’s no appreciable difference between the sites that we can see, other than the cover pages: two different pictures of RD’s children. Everything else seems pretty much identical. Bit of a waste of bandwidth, if you ask us.
As we scrolled through, we had the distinct feeling of walking through a ghost town. On both blogs, the most recent post went up in mid-July:
Yep. They’re appealing the IPCC report, as they didn’t like its findings. Hardly surprising, since the IPCC found that their complaints were invalid, except in two rather minor instances. Not exactly the grand victory that they’d been hoping for.
Over on Twitter, things looked almost as lifeless: Abe posted his last tweet over a month ago.
And not a word since then.
To be sure, we’ve heard a few half-hearted rumblings from YouTube, where Abe pops up from time to time and tries to do one of his old epic rants…but by and large, the fight seems to have gone out of the gruesome twosome. Their hearts just aren’t in it.
And no wonder: no one seems interested in their story any longer.
In the ever-shifting conspiritainment landscape, the audience has wandered off in search of…brains….braaaaaains….. [NO! NO ZOMBIES! -Ed.] [Oh, come on—just one? -EC] [Absolutely not. -Ed.]
Fine. Where were we? Oh right…Abe and Ella’s audience has wandered off in search of the next blood, sex, and gore-filled bit of conspiritainment, leaving two of the originators of the Hampstead SRA hoax high and dry, abandoned by their once-adoring audience of gullible half-wits.
We wish we could summon up even a little bit of pity for them.
Wait, what are we saying? No we don’t.