Here’s an oldie but goodie. In this screen cap, Bob Malm contacts what was then my church, St. Paul’s K Street, and one of my employers, a church in Falls Church, in an effort to shut down criticism of his conduct. Lucky for Bob, no one at either location paid a red rat’s rear end to his manipulative tactics.
Why is it good for Bob? Because Virginia is one of the jurisdictions in which intentional interference with an employment contract is recognized as an actionable tort. On a more practical note, being happily retired, I don’t need the money, so it’s not like it would have accomplished anything had Bob Malm achieved his objectives. I would have simply had more time on my hands to protest, silly knucklehead. And now, having left organized Christianity, Bob has zero influence in that realm, either. Or, to be more accurate, Bob’s account is over-drafted—he has less than no influence. He is a total waste of time, except to share my experiences so others don’t waste their time, effort and money shoring up the decaying fortunes of Planet Malm.
Of course, with Sugarland Chiow and the Episcopal canon to the ordinary, Pat Wingo, copied on the thing (not to mention that ever-eager purveyor of free legal advice and tactical consulting, the Alexandria police department), you’d think that someone would have told Bob that this is not such a hot idea. But as always, common sense and Christian faith are in short supply when it comes to St. Dysfunction, and the flood barriers are both high and effective when it comes to preventing either from making landfall in the Kingdom of Bob.
It’s amusing, too. In 2015, Bob rejected my offer to settle in exchange for being left alone. He refused that, and now he’s complaining about the very outcome he sought, which is a continuation of the conflict.
As I said, common sense and Christianity—both are in short supply on Planet Malm.
