Re: Stompin' Merc Pic
In article <firstname.lastname@example.org>,
> Cobra Jet wrote:
> > I think the burning question everyone in both groups has is:
> > What made you snap? Come clean; it'll feel better.
> Without admitting that I have "snapped," I can tell you that I already
> do feel better, a lot better. You're such a miserable corrupt asshole
> that sitting mutely reading your BS and even participating in it is
> morally corrosive.
I like that. It gives me warm-and-fuzzies.
> It's dishonorable. It's un-manly. It's indecent.
> It's contrary to all those corny old-fashioned concepts on which
> civilized society depends.
Thank gawd us uncivilized types aren't into corny shit.
> There is nothing in particular that brought me to the point of writing
> these things "out loud," so to speak. It was inevitable. The truth
> is always out there, making itself known. You can ignore it for
> briefer periods or longer ones, and some can ignore it forever, but
> it's always there. It is what it is. Ambivalence and looking the
> other way will only take you so far. So I guess that's it, that I
> reached the point of "so far."
Having studied human behavior for some 30 years now, I can tell you
that people who experience mental or physical trauma in their lives
more often than not will lash out at some thing or some one else to try
and regain self-perpective. This a common trait amongst those who have
become what we call Bible Thumpers, as the false holiness of preaching
to others gives a sense of superiority and eases some of the guilt from
whatever caused the breakdown in the first place. For those who do not
flee to God, the closest target becomes someone else who embodies what
the sufferer deems as a holder of negative attributes. In your case,
you went after me because I'm a big target; despite others that puke at
the mere thought of me, you have seen that I have fans here and there,
the kind that will pull up a chair and pop a beer in front of a massive
train wreck. And, nobody has ever succeeded in putting a dent in me.
Ah, the (un)Holy Grail.
The whole BS of going after me on moral grounds, when you know I
have no basis in morality, was the dead giveaway. The faux elitism, the
glee in thinking you had banished me, the fantasy of you killing me
(substituting your idea of a Real Man, i.e. "an impossibly young Robert
Redford" for your substandard self) was all textbook schizoid scenario.
All the while, the endless barrage of manufactured "facts" and faulty
logic pointed to the desperation behind your witch hunt.
And for what? To make you feel "better" than the lowest scum ever to
slither amongst these groups? Did it work? Was it worth the countless
hours involved? Was it worth hiding your actions from your employer and
your family? After all, you cheated them out of time you gave to me.
You said before that this whole dreadful spectacle was about
CobraJet, not you. You said that to diffract the real issue.
It really was about you all along.
> 180 Out