I would really like to know what Alice thinks would happen if she somehow managed to doxx the hundreds of people who comment on these threads (and the 40,000+ who read regularly), beyond being sued so hard that her brain would leak out of her nose and ears with the stress of it all. And she wouldn’t have access to IG’s money to plead her case re: malicious communications: she’d be paying off fines for the rest of her life. Does she really believe that she’s so ‘famous and beloved’ that mediaeval mobs would turn up on Tattlers’ doorsteps shouting ‘unclean’ and ‘burn the witches’? In reality, the vast majority would send flowers, chocolates and GFM donations to sue her enormous, abusive arse to perdition. She has fewer than thirty supporters on Twitter, and there’s an internet-wide consensus on her antics that can be boiled down to ‘she cray’.
If she didn’t want to have her ‘private’ and abusive text messages, emails, voicemails, Twitter posts, IG posts, videos, voice notes, wizard messages and defamatory filth recorded/written on her daughters’ phones to circumvent IG’s filtering out the crazy, she should’ve gone to court and pleaded her case. If her evidence were so compelling, the TRO application would have been dismissed immediately and no-one would’ve been the wiser. The stupid woman is now trying to gaslight Tattle wholesale, since her prey managed to escape her and she’s not famous enough to find a legion of supporters to hoodwink. Pointing out her horrendous, infantile dress sense, too, has really got under her paper-thin skin… all she has left is the children to use as pawns. She and her equally soft-headed brother (who are far too old for this tit) have no influence, no reach and no real value save as something to point and laugh at. Pathetic.
Alice should come with a Surgeon General’s warning: “may cause serious injury to sight due to excessive eye-rolling as a result of her fatuous ‘na-na-na-na-NA-na’, gaslighting, drunken, vituperative fuckwittery.”
but it’s like watching the snotty PTA mum lose her bleeping marbles and it is joyous.
