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Dianne Williamson is not happy about our farewell blog to her, in which we simply pointed out that her editors had been unfairly censoring her columns whenever she attempted to use Turtleboy as a source.
And boy did she let us know about it. She busted out all the stops. First she started with the name calling….
Then she played the “no one cares about Turtleboy anymore” card:
Followed by the “me and my friends are mad at you” card:
When that clearly was not working she did what arbiters of morals like her always do……
Oh snap!! She’s talking trash about Turtleboy Jr. and Turtle Princess now!! When they go low, we go high. And by “go high” we mean, tell you your children don’t love you.
Honestly Dianne, you might be prophetic. Right now they’re way too young to be ashamed of me. But down the line I’m willing to bet that I’ll make an inappropriate fart joke in public that will elicit a couple eye rolls during their formative years.
But wait, if Turtleboy is so irrelevant and nobody reads it, then why does she care?
I’m so confused right now. She quit her job because she didn’t like being censored. She’d been whining to us about it for years. Who gives a shit what their old boss thinks after they quit their job? Might wanna take it easy on the wine their Princess Di.
For whatever reason she seemed hellbent on standing up for her former hack editor Karen Webber, who routinely killed her columns when they didn’t tow the company line:
She has ethics and integrity?
The irony here is not lost on the turtle. Dianne built her career off of smearing other people. Which is fine, because we do the same thing. The difference is that we handle criticism in stride. But when Dianne gets criticized she starts hitting the bottle and telling Clarence that his kids don’t love him.
She wasn’t done……
What a sad, pathetic end to her career. Too bad, we were thinking about hiring her. And unlike the Turtlegram we’d actually give her a raise once in a while if she was good at her job.
As wise ol’ Grandpa Turtleboy told me, these are the ramblings of a celebrated nobody. Good riddance Dianne.