Tim Ireland is an Australian blogger currently based in Surrey, England. He has set up and run various blogs over recent years including Wibbler.com and Bloggerheads.com. Ireland is well known in the blogosphere for poisonous character assassinations which have included that of rival bloggersPaul Staines (aka Guido Fawkes), Derek Draper and Iain Dale.

 a far left-wing agenda, Ireland has had run-ins with many people who invariably tend to ignore him and put him in the hands of their lawyers. These include the Uzbek capitalist Alisher Usmanov - who closed Ireland’s site down in 2007 - and various Tory members of parliament too numerous to list here.

Ireland is said to hate Paul Staines to such a degree that in May last year, when Staines attended court on a drink-driving charge, Tim Ireland was in the public gallery to watch. This after posters who have been linked to Ireland’s site had commented in message boards repetitively on Staines “having a drink problem”.

Ireland’s victims can be counted in the dozens now. He hits his targets low with Internet “facts” (IP data and emails, which his critics say he alters and fakes). And when his targets ignore him he stoops so low as to paint Hitler moustaches on animated characters of his centre-right enemies and drags personal details through the web to, often unjustly, smear targets. Seemingly Ireland doesn’t think twice about collateral damage when attacking his enemies, for on September 10^th 2009 Ireland posted a YouTube piece entitled “Walt Disney’s Bambi” teasing Toryl eader David Cameron about deer stalking using the “c” word to describe him without thinking that a YouTube video with a genuine picture of Bambi on its cover would not be accessed by children.

Ireland has aparticular declared hatred of sock-puppeting (the act of creating a fake onlineidentity to praise, defend or create the illusion of support for one's self,allies or company) but has been known to blag and abuse comment areas on otherbloggers' blogs using "supporters" (who are often using fake IDs) as a standardprocedure in his attempt, thus far in vain, to dominate the Britishblogosphere.

Ireland is a declared Search Engine Optimiser and other bloggers complainthat only through relentless marketing of Bloggerheads doesIreland achieve any reasonable flow of usersat all. His site is an endless scrawl of ill-structured venom, often punctuatedby borrowed YouTube videos he has no permission to use. It is difficult tofollow the thread of what he's trying to say compared to his bloggingsuperiors.

Staines' and Dale'suser figures (their blogs are ranked #2 and #1 respectively in the UK on politics) are way out in front of Ireland's (ranked #24 by theranking system most favourable to him). Ireland's supporters would argue that this isprincipally because left-wingerIreland appealsmore to a minority audience while Staines andDale embrace the political mainstream. Yet left-wing blogs do feature in thetop 15 and have far better user figures than Ireland's.

It has been writtenthat if you look up Iain Dale and Guido Fawkes (Staines) on Wikipedia, themajority of the so-called 'criticisms' of them are actually taken from andlinked back to Ireland.Ireland is currently unable to telephone Ian Dale after Dale claimed thatIreland harassed him with forty calls one night and bombarded him with hundredsof email messages, with many commentators and bloggers in the blogosphereopining that Ireland is a ‘stalker' and a ‘bully'.

As one commentatoralleges, "Tim posts hundreds of posts about someone, sets up websites aboutthem, manically edits Wikipedia, bombards them with threatening emails on ahourly basis sometimes, and is hostile towards 'civilians' in respect of familymembers who have no part to play." In the UK this kind of behaviour is notgoverned by any blogger legislation or any charter and instead comes underprotection from harassment legislation passed in 1997, which is relevant bothon and offline.

Ireland is often seen online threatening critics with the threat of lawyersor offline calling the police on them, in spite of being the receiver of bothknocking at his own door. Yet Bloggerheads stumbles on. Ireland has been temporarily silenced for ashort time by the aforementioned billionaire, Alisher Usmanov, who managed toget his blog closed down through his lawyers, Schillings, when Ireland tried to expose Usmanov's allegedcriminal record. Most others have just let him get on with being a societalmenace.

Ireland does not seem to choose his enemies with any thought for the worldaway from the Internet. For Usmanov resides in Sutton Placewhich is a short drivefrom Ireland'shome in the same county and if Usmanov is the same man Ireland and his friend Craig Murray (formerlyForeign & Commonwealth Office and now of Hizb ut Tahrir) make him out tobe, he doesn't seem to pick his enemies very wisely. Or maybe Ireland'sand Murray's claims were smears all along?

Ireland's self-proclaimed internet nickname is ‘manic'. His productivity isrenowned - sometimes dozens of posts and tweets per day appearing on his blogsnot to mention several posts in comment areas of other blogs whenever he ismaligned or his name gets a mention. Ireland works from home and seemingly has anumbilical attachment to his computer.

Yet for the last twomonths, Ireland'sblog has managed just three negligible entries. One to mark the death of alittle-known council official, one about former News of the World Editor AndrewCoulson and one explaining that he was "now away from his keyboard for a bit".While Ireland's competitors have beenbusy typing away, he has rapidly been losing visitors. Why?

I can exclusively tellyou the real reason that Ireland's well of poison has recently run dry isbecause in early 2009 he finally met someone who has no time for far left-wingbullies - Westminster Journal Editor Dominic Wightman (pen name Whiteman), whooffered to put his side across in an Ireland sting on the fraudulent freelancespy (turned Al Muhajiroun Islamic extremist), Glen Jenvey, with whom he hadsome dealing back in 2006. Wightman has investigated extreme Islamism for overfive years now, running the investigations for various think tank reports inthe UK and abroad.

In January of thisyear, the Sun alleged that extremist Muslims had drawn up a ‘hit-list' ofprominent British Jews, such as Alan Sugar, and were targeting them because ofthe Gaza conflict.This story relied on a comment that had been left on the forum Ummah.com, inwhich the commenter, ‘Saladin1970′, called for: "the names and addresses of WealthyZionist Jews can be found in the lists of sponsors and contributors of ZionistCharities... It would be beneficial to start compiling a list so that we canwrite polite letters reminding them of the injustices of Israel and to stop supporting Israel."

Readers were then drawnto a subsequent comment by another poster, ‘abuislam', who named three BritishJews and called for doorstep protests. Calling himself a security expert,Jenvey told the Sun at the time that "thoselisted should treat it very seriously. Expect a hate campaign and intimidationby 20 or 30 thugs."

‘Abuislam' turned outto be a pseudonym though, and the Ummah.com administrators cross-referencedJenvey's IP address and e-mailonly to discover that he was actually using the same IP and e-mail address as afreelance journalist known as Richard Tims. Mr. Tims had posted comments underhis own name too, calling for Muslims to sell their ‘Islamic' stories to awebsite owned by... Glen Jenvey.

The blogger whodiscovered this link was Tim Ireland who was handed by Wightman a pen drive ofa recording of Jenvey talking to a journalist which had been passed to him. Itwas this recording that linked Jenvey with the name Richard Tims and Jenvey'sdays as a self-declared security expert were finished.

Appallingly, Ireland was subsequently smeared as apaedophile by Jenvey, while his scoop was allegedly stolen by Private Eyewithout crediting him. Glen Jenvey's credibility was in tatters, especiallywhen Jenvey publicly admitted to, and fully apologised for, the paedophilesmears after questioning by the police. It later emerged that Glen Jenvey was avulnerable adult suffering from a diagnosed mental illness and, although no-onecould find any legislation to stop him using his computer, the continuingexpose΄on him ceased.

Ireland's site wentquiet for only a few days during the Usmanov attacks - Wightman has managed tosilence Ireland for two whole months (as direct copies of Ireland's emails toWightman testify lower down in this article).

What Ireland didn't realise was that Wightman -briefed on Ireland's past - had little if any intention oftrusting Ireland from the outset. From a Tory familybackground and a commentator on extreme Islamism, Wightman was all too wellaware of Islamist-Leftist co-operation before he got involved in the Jenveyexpose΄ and was more interested in seeing this in action for himself to see ifit was true.

Working with Ireland and another left-wing blogger calledRichard Bartholomew, Wightman was soon connected to a loop of emails from bothof them and began to learn Ireland's modusoperandi on and off over a period of six months.

I spoke to Wightmanlast Wednesday and he had the following opinions to reveal:

"I knew that Ireland could not be trusted from my veryfirst dealings with him. This was confirmed within days when I found him to bepart of an IP exchange arrangement with the Islamist extremist site Ummah.comand in liaison with other Islamist sites either directly or indirectly.Ummah.com is on public record calling for the murder of homosexuals, has asection mocking "crusader" deaths (laughing at the families of British victimsof the Iraq and Afghanistan wars) and posts messages for Islamistgroups with blood on their hands including RIHS and groups sworn to Al Qaeda.The far left in Britainis alliedwith Islamist extremists and Ireland seemedto fit into this Black-Red alliance without any moral repugnancy in spite of mymaking clear more than once the contemptible traitors Ireland was dealing with.

Richard Bartholomewwas less involved - more focused on spin-off stories - and by no meansexhibited any signs of being at all comfortable sitting anywhere near far leftextremism or Islamist extremists. His work on monitoring the English DefenceLeague and other violent factions was excellent - so good, I hear the policeused it as a reference tool. Though in the presence of Ireland,Bartholomew came across merely as Ireland'scohort, I soon saw that he had a left-wing agenda of his own: his twinpleasures were guilt by association and playing off anyone - either plain nuttyor right of centre - against themselves. Bartholomew was a stirrer but a quiet,affable fellow, I found. Bartholomew told me he was a librarian by trade, witha particularly evil laugh.

Ireland on the other hand was domineering and bitchy - a typicalschool-ground bully - who fully lived up to his reputation as a flawed hothead.Ireland posts self-congratulatory pieces about himself around the webdescribing himself as a ‘twisted genius' - ‘twisted' yes, but I've met geniiand, though he can be quite creative, I assure you he's hardly closing in onRolf Harris and is multiple leagues behind Da Vinci.

Everything with Timwas all about him and his jealousy of Iain Dale and Paul Staines. Like anever-ending record. I had to bite my lips on several occasions - preventingmyself from telling him to grow up - so as to keep in his sycophantic loop. Isoon realised that Ireland'swhole life revolved around the Internet and his only apparent oxygen tocontinue came from his small group of leftie fans, some of whom are definitelysock-puppets and reflect what is, in my opinion, Ireland's frayed state.

Ireland's day-job from home is as a search engine optimiser. He spends hislife chasing IP addresses and researching targets and enemies online. Even whenI met him in a local pub, he brought along his laptop and plonked it in themiddle of the table so he and it could be at the centre of his and our world. Ifound this a bit sad really. A decent man would not wish his worst enemy tospend his days holed up in a poison-filled foxhole flailing at everyone andeverything, whilst ending up with a mediocre blog offering to show for it. Ireland isdependent on others' offerings to achieve any kind of success.

When the Jenveyrecording aired and the Richard Tims revelations went public, Ireland declared this as his own victory, eventhough he'd simply uploaded some audio I passed him which denuded Jenvey's liesin a heartbeat. His big-headed celebrations reminded me of Russian computer nerd Boris Grishenko from the film Goldeneye, whosepen ended up exploding in his own face. At the time, though I kept my lipssealed, I thought this characterisation most apt.

I now know Ireland's sources and methods welland the assistants he works with. Sadly, there is not an ounce of moral fibrein the lot of them and their collective bitterness is something to behold. Theextreme leftie bloggers are drowning in vitriol more than the Islamists andthat is saying something. They are a small, extraneous circle of deceit. Theycan't believe that a Tory government is on the way and that they are powerlessto stop it - their worst nightmare is coming true daily and, boy, are theyletting it show.

Recently the farleft have been up in arms because the violent English defence league (EDL) hasappeared on the scene. The far left is purposefully trying to make out thatanyone politically to the right of them is pro-EDL to specifically link theTories with violence. It really upset Ireland when I told him that I thought the EDLwere wrong and that I never condoned violence or threats of violence exceptoccasionally by state to state or state against terrorists - he could neveraccept this and it wound him up like a Rumpelstiltskin.

Some of the people Ireland is in contact with link straightthrough to the violent anti-fascist crowd. I'm not suggesting for one minutethat Ireland is guilty of violence by association(I'll leave those kinds of smears to the Islamists and the lefties like him)but people like him should really open their eyes to who they exchange datawith and beware of the spineless far left agendas that, alas, still exist herein Britain.

Though occasionallypleasant and witty in emails, I soon found thatIreland was primarily paranoid. His internetmoniker ‘Manic' is a good label for him but would work better if it was marriedwith the prefix ‘hypo'. I knew within one meeting that Ireland was more fascinated in defending andpromoting himself by abusing others than in being any kind of champion forjustice and truth.

It is as thisPeople's Champion that Ireland publicly sets himself up on his pedestal andwhich was why I first agreed to contact him when trying to expose the truth onJenvey, who was threatening to become an own goal for the anti extreme Islamistside when his made-up story was published in the Sun.

I'd say Ireland andI got on well when we met, although we are from completely different politicalperspectives and backgrounds, although I was later told by a policeman thatIreland "hated me" - presumably all along. When I heard this I could not helpbut think of bunny rabbits and boiling water.

What I found mostodd about Tim Ireland was how certain statements I came out with to build acommon ground - living just a couple of villages from him - like "we breathethe same air" or "we use the same doctor's surgery" were taken not as theinnocent statements they were intended but as threats, as if I was invading hisspace or somehow had access to his medical records. I had a good chuckle abouthis road name when I heard where he lived, which is very appropriate in lightof his deeds.

Ireland's first hissy-fit occurred when the Jenvey recording initiallyaired on Bloggerheads. Expecting a rush of mainstream media to his door only aninvestigator girl at Donal MacIntyre on Radio Five Live showed any interest. To Ireland - whose influence in Britain is about zero - this was sacrilege.Nonetheless he was really excited about the McIntyre piece but even that waspulled at the last moment and for about a week Ireland was absolutely furious. Guido Fawkes'Smeargate was happening around this time and Ireland was irate that yet again he was beingshat on by the success of who he sees as arch-rivals, though they see him as amadcap stalker. On Sunday September 13th 2009 the Jenvey story did finally airon Donal MacIntyre's Radio Five show but Ireland was not mentioned in spiteof excitement shown on his blog the night before.

Ireland's paranoia expanded a hundredfold when Jenvey started issuingasinine paedophile threats online. Ireland was not sure whether his enemies inthe blogosphere, in particular Dale andStaines, were attacking him throughJenvey or if other forces were at work. Jenvey had totally lost the plot bythen and was operating in his own orbit. Ireland's obsession with Dale and Staines sky-rocketed at this point into someextraordinarily paranoid emails and posts even though he knew Jenvey was behindthe smears and, by that point, acting alone.

At times I'd readTim's emails thinking what a silly little girl - what a prima donna. At othertimes I was more perturbed - out of the blue he used to throw up really extremeporno references and twisted, fantastical ideas which convinced me he lived hislife inside his computer. As we all know, much of the Internet is murky andlures many a curious mind to its darker zones where morality and integrity arewashed down the lavatory. A couple of hours a day online - OK. Living onlineshould have a severe health warning attached to it. Even strong minds can turninto Swiss cheese with too much exposure to the Web. Ireland is surely well on the way toEmmentaler by now.

At the height of theJenvey sting in May, the blogosphere, particularly Bartholomew's site, wereasking who Jenvey's sidekick was and I irreverently chipped in by replicatingan article I had read declaring the meddling De Montfort employee MichaelStarkey as being Jenvey's sidekick. Of course, I was right - I had known thetwo of them personally. I didn't bother to edit the article's contents whichwere at worst irreverent to a few people but far less insulting than youraverage Tim Ireland blog entry or other stuff I'd seen by him and othersonline.

I replicated it -rather than published it for maximum effect - purely so the meddling MichaelStarkey's name would come to the surface via Google alerts, which of course itdid. Finally we were getting to the bottom of the Jenvey story and exposing whoJenvey was working with. Ireland had been dragging the story out as ifhe was short of content for his site when the whole story could have been doneand dusted in an afternoon once I'd handed him the Jenvey recording.

The collaborationbetween Ireland andme was for the public good - even though Ireland and I are chalk and cheese politicallyand I knew I was playing with fire by collaborating with him. You just can'thave Jenvey winding up Jews and Muslims through front page Sun stories formoney or deceiving good MPs. Nor can you have unstable, minor aristocraticbumpkins like Starkey using his blood and family connections to have otherJenvey discoveries sanctioned just because it made his shabby life less trivial- that kind of thing went out of Britain a hundred years ago and should remainbanished forever.

Not something that Ireally paid much attention to, there was mention in the uploaded article ofIreland's past battles with alcoholism and a reference too that he lived in acouncil house. WhenIreland readthis he went off on one. He was not really bothered that Starkey had beenfinally uncovered at all - as I say, it was always all about him. As if anyonecared - I found Ireland'sreaction pitiable at best.

I decided to keepschtumm about uploading the piece and hung on in there for the ride. I was learning a lot about the farleft and finding that the Black Red alliance was not just some tag created in aSpectator article. It is a small and fairly impotent collection of groups,bloggers and individuals but it is disproportionately full of venom. It is alsoambitious, at least online. Like Al Qaeda it too uses the Internet as itsrefuge and recruiting ground. It also uses the Internet to make itself looklarger than it really is. Yet like Ireland, it canhardly argue with the current user stats of its sites.

I found Ireland's reaction to the few linesof this article related to him most bizarre. How could someone be sothin-skinned and yet dish out so much bile in comments and in his blog? Irelandwas running around declaring the uploading of this article a personal affrontof Third World War proportions, screaming about unfair tactics and devilishnessyet here was the same man who just weeks before had openly boasted aboutbreaking into someone else's personal email account and ‘f****** it up'. Thiswas not Jekyll and Hyde - this was a scene from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's NestandIreland was in desperate needof his Nurse Ratched.

At this point Ireland crumpled. Emails became less frequent.He sunk into a depression and his writing dried up. He couldn't take what hesaw as criticism at all (in spite of him going public before online about hisaddictive time with booze).

As for the councilhouse, yes his house was once a council house I think and he does live where alot of the big houses' gardeners and housekeepers reside, but so what? The Surrey villages are very expensive and evenliving in a mobile home these days costs you over eighty grand. For someone toallegedly go out of his way to attend Paul Staines' drink drive courtappearance and then to get his knickers in a twist about being referred to as aself-proclaimed alcoholic is two-faced and shows a warped sense of logic.

I take my hat off toanyone like him who has beaten the booze and would never abuse anyone for beinga former alcoholic or current alcoholic - another ridiculous accusation that Ireland has fired in my direction. (In 2003 Iwent out with a well-known alcoholic for some time and she will be happy totell anyone, including Ireland, how Iattended the AA classes with her and did my utmost to help her and thosefriends of hers who were alcoholic along.)

At about this time Irealised that my dalliance with the far left was over. I had a tip-off that Ireland was simultaneously aiding and abettingan attack on me with some of his leftie friends. The attack materialised acouple of weeks ago without him warning me - the usual personal guilt byassociation/smear stuff that lefties rejoice in and only they read. They lumpedme in with Jenvey and Starkey as a zoo vistor might be lumped in with baboons.

Why would Ireland not warn me? Well, I am thepersonification of all that Ireland hates. Every time he steps out of hisroad and into the streets of fat Tory Surrey, where lefties and Australians are about as rareas rocking horse excrement amidst the polished SUVs and public-school educatedlocals, he comes face to face with people just like me wherever he looks.Younger than him, more eloquent than him, stronger than him in every way. Inthe next village Branson was born, Thatcher spent her Christmases in hisvillage. Everywhere he looks there are living, breathing examples of Tory-yearssuccess. Would I bury my head in my computer if I was living in a leftiecommune in AliceSprings? No, I'd get the hell out before I went bonkers.

It was not much of adecision for me to decide to make use of my post-Jenvey arrangement - findingout as much as I could aboutIreland's collaboration with Islamist extremistsand those linked with the sinister reaches of the far left. I have been writingup a report on the desperate Black Red Alliance and Ireland has unwittingly been a great help.

I never had anyenmity towards Irelandpersonally and still don't but I must admit there was never much trust betweenhim and me. Even when we met each other at a pub one spring evening he hid hisclapped-out people carrier behind a local village hall rather than allowing meto see it, although eventually, to his horror, he was nose to nose at ajunction with my car and hurriedly put-putted off. I am not sure if he didn'twant me to have the chance to pick up his registration number or whether he wasembarrassed about his car. I was driving my wife's Jag at the time, so it couldhave been the latter. I am still convinced he thinks I'm some kind of black opsguy and have surreptitiously planted listening devices up the derrieres of hiscollection of garden gnomes.

Another time when Isuggested I should meet him, after the article replication, Ireland turned down the opportunity suggestingI might come laden with pheromones to sway his opinion. I joked that I wasactually planning to spray him with nanobots and clandestinely turn him into aTory. He didn't see a funny side to this at all. And I always thought it wasSouth Africans who lacked a sense of humour.

I am pretty surethat Tim is just an oddie - let's face it, most Citizen Smith-types are - fullto the brim of paranoia and conspiracies; seeing a sinister government handbehind everything and non-existent motivations behind acts which have norationale to them at all. He'd be quite a funny bloke if he wasn't such amalicious bully.

Soon Ireland's emails began to whiffmore and more of tales of Hitler's last days in his bunker. Was this thepersonification of paranoia before me? I felt like sending round a bowl offruit or a bunch of flowers but thought both unwise. He would only have tolab-test the fruit for fatal toxins and pull the flowers apart petal by petalfor fear of flower cams.

You see Tim Irelandcan give but he can't take. That is the crux of it.

Underneath the brash, all-conquering, bully-boy exterior he'shyper-sensitive - that is his Achilles' heel. In my opinion an onlinesociopath, he can hurt others without even thinking about it, yet his painthreshold is somewhere hovering just above zero when it comes to himself. He'sa curious mix of Stalin and Penelope Pitstop it seems - simultaneously schemingand yet crying "help-help" in his escape from the Centre Right (aka the HoodedClaw).

Tim claims to bewell-versed in the dark arts yet my article release - not intended to attackhim at all - knocked him for six to the point where he thought that lots ofdark forces were operating to continually undermine him. If only he had spottedthat the critique of him was by the by and just ignored it. That he only wrotethe 24^thmost successful blog in Britain - even that after SEO work - and washardly slightly important. Instead timid Tim wasted the time ofSurrey police to find out who was "plottingagainst him".

This calling thepolice is a favourite, seemingly win-win tactic ofIreland types. And Ireland has practised the victim drama actdown to a fine tee - just like the Islamists or Tamil Tiger lobbies make use ofthis ploy when they are clearly the ones with the agenda in the first place.Like them Ireland wastes police time and, when it gets them nowhere because thepolice are looking for something that never existed, they make it look like thepolice came round to tick their enemies off because they are so bad and beastlywhen that was never the case at all.

Ireland's was an embarrassing overreaction - awkward for all partiesinvolved, except him of course. Ireland plays childish games and he got caughtout by the simplest pincer movement ever devised, which wasn't even intended. Iam sure he's embarrassed as hell now as well as even more full of daft fury forthe cards that life has dealt him. He's certainly after me. I'm sure his gardenshed is full of A4 print-outs of photos of me by now - eyes pierced with stakesand tongue scraped out with a teaspoon.

I arranged to meetup with Surrey police to discuss the whole Jenveysaga and who fitted in where. I pointed out to them the various smears writtenabout me online and personal threats from Islamists, the far right and leftwhich I never bothered ever reporting to them before because most of theInternet is simply not credible and it would have been wasting police time.Nonetheless, to their credit,Surrey police went out of their way to ask meabout Tim Ireland and why he hated me. I hear too that the police investigatedthe genuine paedophile smears on Ireland by Jenvey fully and professionally andshould take credit, along with Jenvey, for his public apology. Their soundadvice was to appoint lawyers.

The generalconsensus is that Ireland sets himself up on a pedestal andcan't bear being knocked off it. If you set yourself up on a pedestal you needthicker skin than Ireland possesses to keep your balance andprevent yourself from getting knocked off. If Ireland will insist in indulging in childish,playground games he should expect the occasional broken nose and bloody lipthrough verbal response. In this case he has slipped and fallen on his ass andnow he is on his knees. He should also expect once in a while to come acrosspeople like me who simply won't be bullied and will do to him what anyone withany balls will do to the cowardly school bully - give them a taste of their ownmedicine within the fair bounds of English law.

So, yes, I havebrought the man of poison, manic Tim Ireland to his knees. I didn't really meanit. I feel slightly embarrassed about it and I am not proud of it, though forsome reason lots of people are patting me on the back and shouting bravo. Ihave no idea why I was chosen as the return vessel of his years of producingbad karma. I feel like someonewho has driven out to the woods to walk one's dog and by coincidence run down abear en route which happened to be chasing a load of innocent picnickers.

I believe TimIreland should now take more time off - perhaps he should scrap his blogaltogether - and he should have a long think about who he is, who he is perceivedto be and whether now is the time to grow up. He should dust himself down andlook at what he does for daily sport. Pushing blog victims often into asuicidal state is nothing to be proud of and something the Internet couldreally do without. He should count his supporters and realise that he's failed.Finally, he should seriously consider voting Tory at the next election.

How long before Ireland's venom actually killssomeone?

How can Tim Irelandlook at himself in the mirror and see value in his daily, personal pestering ofpeople, who are never perfect because - well - they are human. Does riflingthrough and exposing the contents of other people's knicker-drawers make TimIreland feel more whole? Exposing their human frailties make him feel stronger?

People have foundbetter ways to get through mid-life crises than exposing the whole world to itonline - caravanning, motorcycling and Morris-dancing are all harmlessactivities and far superior to mostly blogging against bloggers as a means toovercome that mid-life blip.

Instead of targetingmainstream journalists and others whose roles he'd love to have himself,Ireland should target the true detritus in British society - the IslamistExtremists, the Far right and the Far left- if he wants to write on meaningfully.

To his credit, TimIreland does stand up occasionally against the BNP - that is a good start. Heshould use his undoubted investigative skills (the not-false ones) and hiskabal of saddo leftie researchers to do some good for his adopted countryrather than seeking to knock it down. He should try to elevate the techniquesused by his kabal - stop the faking of emails, stop the smears, stop thespybots and the key-loggers. Having leftie fantasies is fine - just as being atrekkie is fine - but really, you hardly need to use the tools that a paranoidcommie state might use to spy on your opponents or fabricate evidence againstthem. These people take themselves so seriously - why? They should be politelyreminded that Citizen Smith was written as a comedy not a political masterplan.

Last week I went asfar as to say I was sorry to hurt Ireland'sfeelings - when I last had a meaningful email exchange with him - but wasshocked by his response. In several emails to me, Irelandclaimed I was at the heart ofall his problems and I was stunned - half-expecting a violin mp3 to start up atany second as I scrolled down his tragic log of alleged victimisation. Hisemail statements, which I have shared and verified, speak for themselves:

Tim Ireland: "And just so you know, I do not blame you forprompting many calls to Dale. Your article left me in a situation where I feltI was not able to risk properly/publicly defending myself against the casualsmears of Macqueen or all the crap Dale put me through. This will take monthsif not years to address, as it's now widely established in many minds that I'ma stalker and a nutter and very few of those people know why I suddenly wentquiet. You clearly don't get it.

You caused me more anxiety and grief than Jenvey orDale, and that's saying something. It's impacted significantly on my home life,my website, my reputation and my career, and that's when we only considerlittle old me.

They most likely assume it was because Iain Dalewas right, because they have no way of knowing that I was silenced by yourstunt. How could I possibly make a public case of anything with an unknownparty on the loose with an unknown agenda and a willingness to smear anybodyand everybody?

I doubt I'll even be allowed toaddress it now. Dale still refuses to communicate with me (and sends me legalthreats whenever I try), and Macqueen has seen to it that my emails won't reachhis editor. If I try to get past either barrier, I look like a f****** stalker,and the whole thing starts again.

You have left me in a deep pit of shit that I willhave to wade through every time I try to do something online from now until Dogknows when..."

Make of that whatyou will.

I put it in thedrawer marked "now you know what it feels like, mate" with the proviso that Ididn't even intend to down him. I certainly did not intend to down him the wayI have.

I now fully expect Ireland to stagger back to his keyboard andtry and smear me. I hear he has already started. The lefties are already up inarms - brandishing copies of Das Kapital and dusting off their cagoules forsome silly fanny war. It's rather fun to see the Bolsheviks on the march again- alas this time they don't have the numbers for Pugwash's ‘Black Pig' letalone the manpower to affect a ‘Battleship Potemkin'.

I will not stoop solow as to respond to any of their little questions (which just lead to more) orto any of their poking and prodding. Publish and be damned (but be prepared formy lawyers you commie rabble if you step out of line or smear too thick).

I have made someaudio statements about where I stand on extremism, the intelligence networkVigil, Jenvey, Starkey etc so that - if anyone is short of somethinginteresting to do - they can hearfrom the horse's mouth so to speak.

I can predict thegist of Ireland's attack already - "Wightman broke my confidence, Wightman hasrun failed businesses (no mention of the successful ones), Wightman hasmultiple email addresses (he is already on about one calledrichardwalkerinstitute which I've used for eight years as an ancillaryaccount), Wightman is mad, despite his expensive education Wightman is lessintelligent than me and even Mercer says Wightman's off the rails (Irelandloves quoting from conversations which rarely if ever existed), look at thisdocument which shows Wightman going into an insolvency arrangement tospecifically avoid paying an Islamic woman yet he lives like a King and ismarried to a beauty queen, Wightman hates the far left because he was oncesmacked by a Bolshevik nanny, Wightman has real-world business enemies (nomention that this is because he's had the balls to give life a go rather thanhiding behind a keyboard) etc etc. Snore, snore. Bore, bore. Far left cheers,centre right sneers. And what then?

I am still and alwayswill be the man who brought down the far left-wing blogger Tim Ireland - theman who showed the world what it takes to silence a bully who goes roundcalling himself a genius.Ireland willwrite what he wants and knows he has not a lot to lose - but I'll still sue himright back to Victoria State's Mount Buggery if he gives me the chance.

Personally I willnot read the far left's slurs and smears. I am looking forward to some pleasantdown-time with my beautiful wife and family over coming weeks and my days willbe full of smiles and pleasantness whatever sludge my newfound leftie enemiesget mired in. I'd far rather be me than them.

I have simplywritten to Mr Ireland and done what anyone in receipt of so many pushy emailsfrom him should do - told him to cease and desist from communicating with meand placed anything to do with him in the hands of my lawyers. If Tim Irelandwants childish games he should review his blog entries of the last few years orhead South and visit the arcades on Brighton pier (it would be wrong of me tosay ‘keep walking')..

To all Tim Ireland'smanifold enemies, a tip: the best way to deal with hate-merchants like Irelandis to ignore him completely and put his attacks and pestering in the hands ofone's lawyers - as Iain Dale has done. If necessary, employ investigators.Write to the attacker explaining that any further communications of any kind,or through third parties, will be presented as evidence in a harassment caseagainst them. Build a file. Don't waste the police's time unless the attackerbreaks the law.

In the meantime, setup a blog site where you post pictures of yourself having fun, enjoying life inthe real, physical world - away from mindless internet bile and sniping. Yourattacker or stalker will see these images of happiness and realise they aregetting nowhere. They are still bolted up in their foxhole. Their ire mayascend for a while but when the photos stop, bullies will find someone else toplague or, like Ireland oflate, they will simply curl up in a ball and sob.

Above all, have nofear - behind every bully is one of the biggest cowards you will ever face.Face them. The bigger a bully, the harder they will fall. Ignore them and theywill eventually scuttle away and hide, as rock creatures do. In due course theywill probably look for other victims or, with a slice of luck, they may get thehelp they need and become useful members of society. I've learnt this studyingand investigating terrorism and extremism - their currency is fear and when youdon't accept it they are spent and powerless.

A man so worriedabout venturing out into - and his place in - the real world. A man who is,oddly, so vain; so self-preoccupied. Someone who has the tongue of an asp butthe shell of a quail egg is not born with the required personality traits todaily dish out poison because they cannot handle the consequences when facedwith an ounce of guile. A man who has the morals of an alley-cat - hob-knobbingit with the very worst in our society within the tragic spectrum that is theBlack Red Alliance.

Tim Ireland is hisvery worst own enemy. I do not need to wrestle with him ever again when he willlikely scrap with himself for the rest of his days. His writings will go downthe tube, rather than into the history books. He is an example of where theInternet went wrong in its nascent years rather than a pioneer. It is time fortop bloggers to keep wrestling with stories that matter - enjoying the freedomswe are allowed in this country to express our opinions and to dish out home-truths.The Internet is already discredited as the Wild West. Grown men like Ireland should grow up and give the Internetand blogging some respect rather than turning it further into a McBridesquecesspit.

Maybe Tim Irelandshould change his calling and switch his blogging for something more appositeor he will end up a miserable, crusty old man eaten away by his poison like aPilger or a Scargill though far less relevant - pongy fishes out of water in aland that never suited their constitution.

Nonetheless I wishthe man luck. If I ever bump into Tim Ireland in the local shops or streets Iwill be affable and civilised. I will congratulate him especially if he showssome bravery and turns now to attack the true Far Right. And I will stick to mypromise to him not to mention the Ashes series just passed. That's if he'sallowed within 200 yards of me by then of course."

Olivia James is thepen name of a Caracas-based lawyer, from where this interview was conducted onSaturday September 12^th2009. A letter was sent by Dominic Wightmanto Timothy Irelandordering him tocease and desist from communicating with him - received by Tim Ireland on Monday 14^th September 2009.

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