Smoking out the fake me: Drunkard!

Here’s an ethical question I’ve been wrestling with for the past minute and a half or so: If someone steals my identity, walks around a convention wearing a badge with my name on it, if he interviews sources passing himself off as me, and then when confronted disappears into the San Diego afternoon without letting on who he is/was, would it be OK for me to blog something unflattering about him?

I’ve concluded that I have extraordinary latitude when dealing with the fake me. So: Yesterday I heard from someone who was at the Demo convention and had a conversation with the Fake me about our (ie. my) father. She speculates that he was crashing the convention for libations:

He was more than a little odd, and something of a lush. That’s my theory about why he sneaks into these things: Free and plentiful booze. I was relieved to learn he wasn’t you. :)

(I’ll keep her name out of it, at least for now; don’t want to ruin her relations with the other me.)

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