The desperate, amateur, left-wing blogger - Timothy Ireland - has officially cracked up. Into even tinier, little pieces. His latest outburst declares - and he actually means it - that I am a "terrorist"!

Is Britain's care in the community policy so all-embracing that now we are importing nutters from the Commonwealth?

Ireland's wavy line of warped logic claims I am engaged in a hate campaign against him (FALSE - three uncomplimentary but perfectly legal pieces, including this, on my part compared to hundreds of illegal posts and tweets by him, the proven stalker). Ireland claims that I am behind the (also relatively unknown and marginal) Cheerleaders' various hits against him (FALSE - even the Cheerleaders themselves have come out publicly and said I am nothing to do with them, as have the authorities to whom I have turned twice now, purely of my own volition, to log my complaints about Timothy Ireland and others) and therefore I am obviously a terrorist!

Tim Ireland has become the web's Don Quixote with his boot-licker, Richard Bartholomew, (another marginal blogger) his Sancho Panza (Rucio more like; looks-wise at least). When I drove past Ireland's council estate the other day I saw a fire - I presumed it was just another joyrider getting rid of vehicular DNA evidence and didn't bother to investigate. Now, come to think of it, it was probably Ireland's family burning his fiction collection (that would include his blog database and posts by his multiple personalities). A black smoke fire it was - I was forced to temporarily close my sunroof.  

I am definitely a terrorist. By day I wear a pinstripe, shirt and tie. At night I get into a balaclava and camouflage gear and prowl the streets of Tooting Bec annihilating lefties with a Kalashnikov I picked up on Alibaba. Ireland must have read about my assassinations in his daily Sun. You can't miss me - I'm that most fearsome terrorist who declares "got you, you rotter" after each leftie downing. You'll find my mugshot on Britain's Most Wanted next to Osama Bin Laden, the unbrushed yellow teeth of my commie prey hanging round my neck; a graveyard of blood-spattered CND badges pinned to my flak jacket as sick mementos of the painful deaths of my tortured victims. And a far left party will win the next election and make us all wear foul cardigans and kagoules, force us to re-use tea bags and condoms; switching sterling for bogeys and replacing our Jaguars with mules.

Honestly, if Timothy Ireland were not such a twisted saddo fantasist, I might feel some pity for him. Like Don Quixote, what Ireland needs is a strong dose of reality.  In Quixote's case it was mostly losing a joust that gave him the necessary thud to earth and wake-up call to reality.  I happily challenge Ireland to a joust, though I know he doesn't have any guts and scampers at any sign of offline angst - anyway, I doubt he has much of a clue about horses. 

We all know the truth:

Ireland is a well known bully and an online stalker. He's an evidence fabricator (he uses email evidence he makes up in Starbucks) and he's a pathological liar and smearer - now in such a sorry, desperate state because his cat is irretrievably out of the bag.

Ireland continues to flail at me because he knows he's got himself into a war with forces he knows will continue to squash and mangle him and he has no reverse gear - alas, I am nowt to do with the forces Ireland's being plagued by and he flails at windmills which aren't even the windmills standing in his way.  Blimey, it must be grim being Timothy Ireland right now!  The bully who was exposed, who then cried out publicly that he was getting bullied!

The truth is that Ireland was in pieces and his reputation was in shreds well before I stumbled across him - well before I revealed his pitiful offline "existence" to those who expected more after encountering his brash online persona with which for years he used to hide offline personal failures. How he put himself on a pedestal!  Now he's in smithereens and in need of professional help. He's showing Jenveyesque self-destructive qualities. Just a matter of time now - he can no longer keep his door closed to what is unstoppable karma. 

Personally I have no regrets in exposing this nasty coward to the blogosphere, which, frankly, is already far better off without him. I keep getting reminded by so many that what I have done in exposing Ireland has been an extremely worthwhile public service. It is just a case of a (rare) Australian invertebrate coming up against a Brit with a spine - a Brit who knows how to handle himself and takes real pleasure in the long game.

Ireland has illegally harassed Britons and others for years and someone had to put him out of business while English law accustomed itself to the virtual world and took its time to come up with legislation to ensure the blogosphere was free of such abusive detritus in the future. Ireland has fallen for every trick in the book - now he's put himself in a position of such weakness legally by ranting and raving about me and resorting to smears that he'll likely lose his house.

My downing Ireland has led to a bulging mailbox - people are so happy that they can write freely on their blogs again without this unhinged Candyman picking up on their every word and sending them personal abuse. Ireland has been known to call his victims dozens of times - now they can just answer him with "stalker" and hang up on him. Ireland has hurt innumerable people and their families in the past in Britain and abroad and they cannot quite believe that he has now been so neutralised. The thanks offered to me has been from across the political spectrum and has included interesting appreciation from people who claim to have once been friends of Ireland. Yes, there's been a load of leftie abuse too (mostly coming from Ireland's multiple personalities) but even on the beaches of Mustique you are bound to come across the occasional fruit-fly.   

The bile that Ireland writes, the smears and the base attacks he makes on individuals (particularly those he thinks he gets away with on self-deleting Twitter) count massively against him. The frequency of his attacks is undoubtedly indicative of the behaviour of an unhinged stalker. His voice is defunct these days after his powerlessness was exposed on several occasions of late - people simply do not reply to his questions anymore. Like with the nutter on the bus (as Ireland has been referred to by several sane others) you are better off ignoring or reacting in a "no comment" style unless, like me, you are bound to expose him.

Ireland has been shown up as someone who lives to dish but cannot take. Even I - a pretty average sort of fellow - feel like Gulliver assaulted by leftie Lilliputians when Ireland and his (very few, remaining) pals are on the attack. Being called a terrorist by them just shows how detached from the mainstream and reality the far Left is - sad really (Foot and co must be still mourning their pathetic, failing "legacy").