Iron Dave's First Confession



Like Most Con Men

He Wanted An Out

David Boyer has been publishing all over the web that he's not a plagiarist.  That it's all lies.  So I thought some of you would like to see what he sent me to publish back in October.

And you probably wonder why  the infamous Vincennes, Indiana mass plagiarist complains that he already confessed to me and apologized and I still won't let up.  Let's clear that up right now.  It's because he apologized under an alias!!!

Here's his first confession, delivered after the deadline I imposed, delivered without the complete list of his aliases I demanded and without him defining his theft as plagiarism.  He preferred the word "used."  See what you think.  More to come. 

“I, David Byron, Iron Dave, Doc Byron, admit I used Rick Moore's story, Electrocuting the Clowns, as my own, for monetary gain. I did so out of desperation due to extreme financial distress at the time of the act. Since then, I have been saved - became a Christian - and intend to move forward with my life in a much better manner, abiding by all the rules of the literary and publishing business, and will not commit this type of act again. I know it was wrong, and I sincerely apologize to Mr. Moore for doing this to him. I hope that all concerned will forgive me in time as well. 

David Byron / 10/5/2010”

Is he a dufus or what?  David Boyer tries to confess under an ALIAS.  So, he didn't meet the deadline I imposed, he didn't give a complete list of his aliases (he published my story with his various aliases on it all over the web) and he couldn't man up enough to give the apology in his own name. 

Ouch.  That's why people quit calling him Iron Dave and started calling him Tin Foil Dave.

Oh yes, and David Boyer plagiarized me AFTER he publicly delcared himself a Christian.  And did the same to many others after his declared "conversion."

The April Fool and Two New "Pin the Tail on the Plagiarist" Contests

Come On.
  Guess the Fool.

Yes, it's true.  David Boyer actually worried what the Gort revelation was.  April Fool's, David!
  
He must have have come here a 100 times on April First to see if I'd found the source behind the rumor that he plagiarized Stephen King.  Paranoia is a terrible thing.  No alien policeman in his right mind would ever cross the galaxy to speak with Boyer.  To abduct Britney Spears and Charlie Sheen- absolutely!  But to talk to a plagiarist like David Boyer of Vincennes, Indiana?  Nah.

So what have I been up to?  I've been working on my book about David Boyer the mass plagiarst.  One of the people in his home town confided in me the surprising reason David is known by some as "Can't Hitchhike Dave." Also in my research I've uncovered what a former teacher thinks brought about Dave's self-defeating behavior and why it should embarass the whole town.

More to come as I keep stringing the facts together.  I have what to call the book already, and I'll announce it right after I pay the winner of the "Name the Book About Dave" contest. 
And since the title contest was so successful, I'm following it with two more contests!!.  I'm offering two research contest awards for $250.00 each.  Both are good until December 31st, 2011.  To begin with, I'll pay $250 to the first person to uncover and prove to me the real identity of the notorious plagiarist "Richard Ridyard."   No one has ever cracked his identity, and he (or she) is a real sleaze.  That answer will get you major cudos in the publishing industry, too.

Next, I've heard it rumored that David Boyer,, under one of his many aliases, plagiarized Clive Barker.  So I'll also pay $250 to anyone that can provide the proof of same to my satisfaction since I'd like to include the results in the book about Boyer.

Said proof must be obtained legally and with no cyberstalking and such because I want to make sure they're clean catches.  So each of you are responsible for your own research actions. As independent researchers, you are personally responsible for obeying all state and federal laws.  Please don't be deluging people with letters and emails.  Instead, look for what's posted on line.  The answers are there.  He's an internet person who can't stop trying to work his scams in the electronic world.  Within the last three months he was self-publishing a plagiarized Dean Koontz story and selling it over the internet.  He can't help himself. 

And remember, there are a lot of people looking for this proof.  You've watched all those TV detective shows.  You know how to do it!

Don't write Boyer or harass him.  His own guilt gives him enough headaches.  He's been reduced (don't laugh) to writing screenplays about getting his revenge against people who have exposed him as a plagiarist.  Very manly.

Yes I'm offering real research money.  So web detectives, go to it!  I'm itching to pay out the cash.

And David Boyer, you're welcome to participate!

Alien Police Close in on Boyer

At precisely eight o'clock this morning, David Boyer, the notorious Vincennes, Indiana plagiarist poured himself a cup of fresh coffee, put his tin foil hat on his head and turned the TV on as he sat down to compose a trial list of imaginary ailments to excuse his crimes.  He was in the middle of descibing his baffling allergy to Doritos as a medically documented cause of wanton plagiary, when a TV news flash caught his attention.

The astounding announcement that Gort, the most famous alien policeman of all time, was coming to Vincennes, Indiana to deliver to him an ultimatum so terrified the prevaricating plagiarist that he literally crawled across his kitchen table to get a closer look at the picture.  Fear squeezed Boyer's heart and slowed his pulse to near Yogi levels.

Dean Koontz, he thought.  Somebody must have told him that I ripped off Dean Koontz.  They love Dean Koontz.  Gort will lock me up in an asteroid until I turn into a mummy.

With his still nicotine stained fingers, Boyer turned up the volume.

"So," the announcer was asking the giant alien policeman, "is it true that you're walking to deliver a message to David Boyer on the first of April?"

"Gort, Klatu, Barada, Nikto, Boyer," said Gort.

"Is that all you know how to say?" asked the announcer.

The TV screen flashed bright red like a ruby on fire, and when the eerie radiance faded the announcer had disappeared and the visor that looked like Gort's alien eyebrows pulsed with a palpable anger as though it were ready to shoot out another terrible disintegration ray.

"Gort, Klatu, Barada, Nikto, Boyer," Gort said again.

Somebody must have told him I ripped off Clive Barker, too, thought Boyer.

Alien Policeman Arrives with Message for Plagiaist David Boyer!

Gort, Klatu, Barada Boyer

YouTube viewers were held spellbound by the sight of history's most famous blind police alien- known affectionately as "Gort"- walking across Lake Michigan toward Vincennes, Indiana to deliver the notorious plagiarist David Boyer a message from the InterGalactic Council of Federated Planets.

Lady Gaga was heard to say, "Love that hat."

In fact, according to Dr. T. Foil, of the University of Vincennes, the hat serves a utilitarian function acting as a collecting transceiver to absorb the bright yellow rays emitted from his "tie" (perhaps a cleverly disguised alien device that our poor human minds only interpret as a tie) so that Gort's alien brain can interpret the signals and provide him with the coordinates of his position so he doesn't get lost.

"I don't go with that metaphor thing," said Dr. Foil.  "Sure the great plagiarist is also known as 'Tin Foil Dave,' so it could be interpreted by people with a literature degree that its really symbolic of homage to Mr. Boyer, but that thing on Gort's head looks more as though it was either constructed from the residual matter scatter of an exploding supernova or shiny matter from a  supercollider."

He paused, shoved a Q-Tip in his ear, and added, "Did you ever notice how often we scientists use the word super?"

A large crowd of reporters gathered on the shoreline to await Gort's arrival.  The brisk wind of earlier morning had died down, but nervous tension filled the air.  Imagine, we would be the first humans to pose questions to the great Gort.

"How do you suppose he does it?"  a perky cub reporter asked me.

"Hovercraft shoes," I said.  "Only way to walk on water. Got to use good batteries though."

"Not that," she laughed.  "I mean how can he find his way across the galaxy when he's blind?"
 
It was a good point, of course.  I'd worn blind-guy glasses in a bar once to pick up co-eds, but after the first hour of dark shades and tapping a cane to find my way around, I started believing I was blind, so I had to quit and pretend I was rich instead.

"I got a better question," I said.

That got her attention. She pulled a red curl back behind her ear and asked me what it was.

"Ever wonder what he's going to tell the plagiarist?   Word is he's got a warning for Boyer."

"Do you know something that I don't?"

I knew I had her.  She wasn't going to let me alone until told her what I knew.

The crowd was starting to get noisy.  Gort was only twenty feet away from the shoreline, walking on water like he was born to, his dark sunglasses aiming straight at us.

The entire City Council of Vincennes, IN had driven up to be here to witness the last leg of the alien top cop's pilgrimage.  They were carrying signs that read, "We don't know anyone named Boyer."

The redhead poked me in the ribs.  "So what's Gort going to tell him?"

"Ask me in four weeks," I said.

"Why four weeks?"

"I'll tell you on April first."

And I'll tell the rest of you on April 1st, too.

Boyergate Flash! Justice for Michael Wolf

I have great news for victims of David Boyer's plagiarism.  "The Dead Wall," a story written by talented Michael Wolf and subsequently plagiarized by David Boyer of Vincennes, Indiana has been reclaimed and published under Mr. Wolf's name on "The Horror Zine."  Jeani Rector, the magazine's award winning editor, has made a special effort to restore and recognize Mr. Wolf by announcing his story on the front page of her web site.  Well done, Jeani!  And congratulations, Michael!

In spite of Mr. Boyer's refusal to admit to plagiarism, the evidence of his plagiaries continues to grow.  Just this last week the superlative researcher B Thoughtful uncovered a whole new batch of his plagiaries and has begun to post about them on her blog "For News and Criticism..."

Since David Boyer the Vincennes, Indiana plagiarist won't confess to his victims, it is especially gratifying and encouraging to see courageous editors like Ms. Rector standing up for his victims and making the effort to make sure that they are given the recognition that Boyer stole from them.

Boyergate Flash! Cyber-Predator David Boyer Obsessed by Paranoid Conspiracy Delusions!

Vincennes, Indiana City Council

Unveils New Offices

For Paranoid Plagiarist

Although I don't correspond with plagiarist and cyber-predator David Boyer of Vincennes, Indiana, he fills my Inbox with threatening, paranoid-obsessive rants and accusations on an almost weekly basis.  He is convinced that I am hypnotically controlling an army of people I've never met to harass him and make his life a living hell.  He is afflicted by what alien psychiatrists call "paranoid conspiracy personality disorder."

The litany of his accusations and whacked-out beliefs is staggering.  Here's an excerpt from an email he sent me today:

"I have been informed recently by one of my ''spies'' that as of last week, I am now: 

A homosexual

A transsexual 

A transvestite

A hermaphrodite 

A bisexual

And a killer of small animals. 

A petty thief

A burglar

An ex-con with a list of less-than-desirable psychiatric evaluations 

That is, according to your ''recruits,'' who still bombard my email inbox on a daily basis, then LIE and say it was me who initiated the attacks. These accusations are unfounded, are untrue, and therefore can be and will be considered libel and slander, and will be saved to show the right person soon enough. I am just ''biding my time,'' right now, to accumulate even more evidence to use against all of you, which so far, as usual, you are all stupid enough to provide me with. 

   In addition, I have informed Amazon, Lulu, and any other publishing services I have used in the past about your activities, and did it by postal mail letter, with some comments tossed in by my legal rep. 

Best case scenario? You and your friends - within time - will be exposed as well, as what you really are:

On line terrorists

Criminals

Sociopaths. 

Have a good day!" 

Mind you, I don't write this paranoid or otherwise communicate with him.  He's angry, of course, that I exposed him as a plagiarist, con man and thief.  He's apologized repeatedly, but doesn't get the point that unless he confesses to plagiarism and copyright infringement, his apologies are meaningless.  He works hard at trying to convince us he's a Christian, but can't seem to get a handle on the confession thing because he's too prideful to admit he's guilty.

Instead, he continues to fill my Inbox with self-righteous threats and paranoia.  He's not guilty, he's just an honest plagiarist trying to make a living.  Anyone that exposes his criminal acts is guilty of stalking him and they, not him, are criminals.

For a guy I don't write, David Boyer the Indiana Plagiarist really wants me as an audience.

Wait, that's probably because he put his name on my story "Electrocuting the Clowns" and tried to convince the world it was his.  Too bad it was already copyrighted by me years before he stole it.

And who are some of the people who David Boyer the Indiana Plagiarist calls my rabid dogs? Why they're most likely other people he plagiarized and infringed.  Some of them copy me when they rail against him for his refusal to confess.  Some don't.  I really don't know everyone who emails David Boyer the Indiana Plagiarist.  But a mind-controlled mob?  Hardly.  Then again, it's hard for David Boyer to admit that women are independent.

Janrae Frank is a far better writer than I am.  Why would she need to take instruction from me?  Jeani Richter is a highly successful and respected magazine editor.  Why would she need to take directions from me?  B Thoughtful is a brilliant researcher in her own right- she doesn't need help from me.  But David Boyer displays in his emails a chauvinistic disdain for strong, intelligent women and can't get his mind around the idea that they make their own decisions.  Accepting that fact just might diminish his already shaky self-esteem.  Hard to have a good self-image, I suppose, if you steal from other people and aren't man enough to admit it.

You see, these strong, independent women each operate alone under their own free will.  Who they copy, they copy.  Who I copy, I copy.  We have our individual rights and we exercise them.  When they are of like mind and communicate with me, I'm just glad they let me know what's going on. 

But to a conspiracy theorist like David Boyer the Indiana Plagiarist, that's not possible.  He has to believe that there is an organized mob out to get him.

And the weird list of things he's been called by someone (imaginary or real) that he cites above, I have to say- who cares about his sexual preferences?  I've never met David Boyer and could care less.  As for how he treats animals- who knows?  He lies so much it's hard to have an opinion.  And as for him having a criminal or psychiatric background- that would be a matter of public record and it might be interesting research for the book I'm doing about him and his plagiaries.  But for now, if anyone cares the records are there for all to see and judge.  So if anyone wants to know, I say they check with the courthouse to see if he has a criminal record or not.  It's easy enough to do.

And, over the next few weeks I will probably do that, just to put the matter to bed.

Boyergate Flash!- Potato Plagiarist Claims "David Boyer Made Me Do It"

Now He's Gone Too Far



"Of all the times for this story to break," said Dr. P Head of Vincennes University.  "I've spent my whole life training potatoes to write.  I was in line for a Nobel Prize."

"Why potatoes?" I asked.

"Why not potatoes?" he said angrily. "And now this.  Whatever one of the little spuds writes, the others copy it word for word."

"That's incredible," I said.

"It's hideous,"  said Dr. P Head.  "They say David Boyer told them to do it.  I say I should have taught rhubarb to write- at least rhubarb's not so damned gullible.  Now my reputation is ruined.  What will happen to my government funding?"

"Maybe better luck with the carrots," I said, pointing toward long rows of the latent salad condiments.

His labcoat flapped behind him in the sudden breeze, his cheeks reddened as he propped his hands on his hips and he stared at me with contempt.

"Everyone knows carrots can't write," he said.

"Ah," I said, "But neither can David Boyer."