What I did was point out the unassailable fact, that your post was full of hatred and bigotry.

Your immediate response was essentially, semantic dodge ball, followed by the scholarly “I know you are, but what am I?”

Now, if in Bowser world, that constitutes world class debating skills,….mmmm, okay?

So, it bothers you when someone stays on topic, and isn’t distracted by rookie tactics?

A while back I decided to give up these exercises as much as I like them. They contribute nothing to the ‘Zone, and making you look silly simply infuriates you more and appeals to a side of me best left alone.

So I’m done. It’s been fun, and it’s gone a bit too far already. I’ll accept you don’t like me and for some reason read my posts anyway. I’m not going to make that my problem.

Done.

I understand that you don’t like being called out.

I get that. And to put your mind at ease, I do ignore the vast majority of your posts.

Once in a great while though, I will, against better judgement, click on one, just to see if anything has changed. (I have to admit, in the last month or so, I read one or two, where you didn’t seem so miserable. Which is why I decided to read the missive above)

And you’re right, I do have my limitations. Suffering through a self righteous misanthrope’s bigoted diatribe, without standing up, is just one of them.

Think of it this way; I’m just giving you a chance to practice your tap dancing.

I notice you got honest, and attacked me instead of hiding behind my post, and thank you for that. I can assure you the feeling isn’t reciprocated, I’ve always enjoyed your contributions.

Which is as it should be. I don’t see you as a bad guy, particularly. Generally good natured, and apparently severely limited in some ways.

Every post of mine has a “by bowser” after it. Easy to avoid. And you can hate me forever, in silence.

You’re miserable inside, and that misery is externalized by your relentless, tedious, self-important, political sniping.

I can’t say I enjoy your “prose” as much as you seem to, but I did find your tap dance of denial, worth the price of admission.

Rather than find the bigotry inherent in the mind which sees it, one could have found sympathy, empathy and seen a compassionate person offering a way out of a lives fated to miseries for which the human body was never intended. One could have seen a bit of humor in the comparison of being sent to exile into intolerable conditions in the USSR and living in intolerable conditions in the US.

Or one could choose to see hate and bigotry where there was none. Can further their own self-created, self-referenced agendas with their own self-created and self-referenced interpretations. Suck it up, the bigotry is yours, as is the hate and bitterness. Obviously all yours.

You stretched it, Ainz, past the breaking point. I’m sure you’ll agree attacking that post is neither honest, nor sincere. If you can’t my heart goes out to you if your post is truly a reference to mine. I can understand if it was simply a comment on me, there’s a certain logic in that. I’m a good target who can honestly be attacked by honest, sincere people. That isn’t how it’s done, though.

My suggestion would be to read, write, and explore the ranges of human expression. Learn that people have many ways of expressing themselves, and that your own agenda can’t be accurately read into all of them.

Sincerely,

Arf

You must have to sneak up on mirrors.

And she’s a QM, like I was. (One of the Right-Arm Rates).

We drove it all the way through CA, OR, WA and BC, took the ferry to Vancouver Island and drove all the way to the N end, where we ran out of road. We weren’t stopped once, but we finally got pulled over by the Mounties when we stopped for customs on the way home. They read the letter, and didn’t even bother to call the number on it–they waved us on past.