Wow. That's ... nice, dear. Have a cookie.
That you cannot see (or do not care about) the blatant hypocracy in your words in fucking amazing to me. I don't get how you can say Ihave ever spent a ridiculous amount of words on anything . Wow. You are seriously out of touch.
Imagine that we're looking at a round blot, a rorschach of sorts. Now, I might see any number of things. I might recall a fuzzy, two-dimensional black and white picture of a human egg, I might think of the sun; perhaps, if there's an air bubble there just right, I might see the Death Star, or if there's a pattern behind the blot, I might see a dime.
Now, you can disagree with that all you want. But ... if you're going to tell me you see Mickey Mouse in the blot, I'm going to wonder where the hell you're getting that. Where are the ears? The nose? The hands and feet? The goofy red lederhosen?
And you're flabbergasted that I don't see what you see, and yet you're unwilling to tell me how it is you see what you see.
For all the words you've written,
Wes, the only thing you've really lacked in your hateful pursuit of me is a
point. Maybe you think you've got one, but you're not making much of an effort to make it clear. All I know is that you're angry about something, and you have been for a while, and it leads you to hate me and carry on this way.
You're running the fucking Q course dipshit? FUCK YOU. YOU DON'T MAKE MY ASSESSMENTS FOR ME, GET IT FUCKNUT? That is a large part of your smarmy little problem. You somehow think you're entitled?
You've proven yourself of dubious reading skills and carry an attitude problem which makes you sincerely predictable. There's nothing surprising about your assessments, as I'm already aware of the dishonest basis upon which you make them. Hence, you are demonstrably and supremely unqualified to decide what I am thinking.
You can be offended that I don't find you qualified to decide what I'm thinking, but
Fuck you. You don't make my assessments for me, get it fucknut? is actually a response that should be reserved for a different circumstance.
No, I didn't make your assessment for you,
Wes. I told you that your assessments are as worthless as your hatred.
Seriously, if you're going to bother cussing me out, at least learn to read well enough to know what you're cussing me out for.
After the number of words you've spent ensuring that I do, it's difficult for me to take your request seriously.
Oh, poor you. Right,
Wes. We're back to this again? That I somehow can force you to do something?
Nonetheless, hang on to that point of yours for
just a moment.
Gee tiassa, you said before that I didn't even know what I was talking about right.. if so, how is it that I could have a basis for complaint right? I mean, I'm just making shit up because I hate you right? Obviously I don't have a basis for complaint to be undermined then right?
All that for nothing,
Wes? Toss a coin for me,
Wes:
Are you actually lacking reading skills or are you letting your hatred color your perception and judgment?
Wes, you undermine your own basis for complaint by advocating the position that tells people to turn the page and move on when they're offended. Hence, regardless of how you think you're "victimized," regardless of your paranoid delusions of being forced to respond to me (and dishonestly at that), you need to turn the page, move on, and feel better about yourself.
And it would work out well for both of us; you wouldn't need to go out of your way to try to agitate me, and I would save the relatively minor expenditure of swatting your attitude problem like it was a gnat. In addition, we could spare our fellow users these long and drawn out tantrums of yours, and perhaps, for once, despite your best efforts to the contrary, we can make some sort of progress around here.
What if my hate serves a purpose? What if in this instance, it is warrented? What if for instance, hating you keeps me on gaurd and sharp when I know you're around, such that I will not be accosted by you?
Wes, you feel accosted by someone disagreeing with you. I know you worked hard to set up that tantrum of yours in the Economics thread, but what a waste! And all because of your
hatred,
Wes.
It makes you irrational. It makes you weak. Strangely, and thanks in part to
South Park, I recall the gawky young dude in
Red Dawn scratching at his rifle stock; maybe his hate kept him warm, but it
did burn him up in the end.
What if my hate keeps me suspicious of your motivations and as such, allows me to keep you from poisoning the minds of those you would infect with your disgusting perspective?
I would say you make me far too important in the grand scheme of things.
I chose to judge a piece of shit who has repeatedly lied and misrepresented about everthing I've ever said to him. I chose to judge a jackass who (for the nth time) was calling someone I like a "hater" and "inflammatory" because the stick up his ass broke his record some time ago. I chose to judge you because you told someone I respect to kill themselves, be it an off-handed comment or not. I judge you and I think you are a despicable ass.
Well, I hope the expenditure of energy and time is worth it to you. I hope you do manage to feel a little better about yourself, but hatred rarely if ever actually accomplishes that.
Why in the fucking world do you think I give a snot what you think of my insults?
Because in addition to the lack of creativity in your contrarian assaults, there is a lack of creativity in your insults. Hell, it might as well be two years ago and you might as well be telling the jackass to talk to the wall.
I don't mind cover songs. Band of Susans does a nifty "Guitar Trio," MBV tears up "Map Ref," Boiled in Lead makes a career out of innovating traditional material--their "Twa Corbies" is mesmerizing; their cover of "Over Under Sideways Down" is hilarious; they play a mean "Go! Move! Shift!" but honestly, they could have done without the Springsteen cover. And that last brings up the other side. Tiffany should never have covered Tommy James or the Beatles; Roger Daltry
and George Michael
both should have let the sun go down; I only wish more people had heard Kik Tracee's cover of "Mrs. Robinson," or Sanctuary's cover of "White Rabbit."
Some cover songs should never have been recorded.
Likewise, I don't know how many times I've seen this routine before. The number of people who have complained over time in ways very similar to yours does tell me something, but it's not particularly complimentary to the complaining parties. Seriously--an arbitrary beginning, lots of anger and cussing, rubber-glue attempts to turn tables, and throughout a lack of any coherent point or any evidence to give weight to the opinionated horsepucky they keep turning out.
I admit, you fooled me. For the most of our association, I thought our differences really
were simple issues of communication. So congratulations, it actually took me until the last couple of months to catch on and then accept that I really was seeing what I was seeing.
But most people who consider a bombastic argument with me to be a way to raise their own self-esteem generally tip their hands earlier.
Nonetheless, it's no more advisable than the "Yakkity-Yak" rap at the beginning of
Book of Love. (Thankfully, I can't remember who recorded that atrocity.)
I'll be happy to help you sort through all of it if you can come clean and cut your bullshit hypocracy.
I'll pass. I don't ever want to spend my existence so frightened as you behave.
I "borrowed it from them"
Well, you have this habit of latching onto words that other people are using and then use the words over and over again. Most recently, "asshat" and "jackass."
Well it has been a spectacular show you've put on. Any topic, any time; you seem willing to take issue with me whenever there's a crowd.
Of course, "tribal dominance" is just one possibility. Your repeated pointless assaults
do remind me of any number of mating-season power struggles between mammalian males.
But you're right. It is doubtful. Because you would be aiming at the wrong target. (I wouldn't know what the right one is, aside from the default to our fearless leader.)
More than likely, the irrationality you're demonstrating is rooted in the ideologically violent hatred you seem to be allowing to dictate the form and content of your posts.
My words are wasted on you no matter what I say I'm sure, but as long as I've decided to deal with you - I'll do it on my terms . If that includes reminding you very frequently of what a dipshit jackass asshat you are... then I will do so.
Are you proud of yourself? Are you going to tell your children bedtime stories of your heroic war against the evil Tiassa?
Face your hypocracy or my slurs. It's your choice bitch.
It's hard to face my own reflection when you hold up a painting of yourself and tell me I'm looking in a mirror.
It would have been nice if you could have shown some of that hypocrisy instead of just complaining that it apparently existed. It would have been nice, as well, if you could have demonstrated a reading comprehension that was not thoroughly invested in such a narrow hatred.
You can either deal with yourself or continue to attempt to define yourself through me. That,
Wes, is
your own choice.
Look at you squirm. Hey, you're sweating too.
At least now I know you're not dead.