And the beat goes on . . .
Billy Beck wrote:"Beck's threatened retribution over this post,..."
You really are a fuckin' asshole, Kevin. You can complain about me all day
long, but I never do things like that, to you or anyone else.
Pot? Meet kettle. Right back at’cha, Billy. You have and you did. I quote:
“You will be exposed as an ignoramus of very dubious motive if you press on in this direction.If you don’t think so, then make the most of it.“
“I’m going to watch, and then deal.I told you.“
That’s a threat, sir. Very similar to the previous:
“Now: just do it. If you don’t, then the very *least* that you can count on is me making you a resounding hypocrite all over the whole ‘net, and it will never stop. You will go down in history with my boot in your ass. And that’s just the beginning. I’ve dealt with this sort of thing before, and I know the whole course.“
That wasn’t a threat?*I did no such thing*, you chintzy little girl. You don't know what you're
talking about. Words mean things, son, and "retaliation" does not mean what
you think it does.
Well, apparently I’m hindered by the fact that I’m one of the “inferior animals that looks like a human being,” so you have to cut me some slack, because that sure did read as a threat. Yes sir, words mean things. We simple creatures take the simple interpretations first.
And the name-calling? Very creative. I’m awed. Truly.
I haven't said a word about it out loud for a couple of reasons, and I
probably won't. (I'm not sure yet.) Everyone in your little high school
class out there will believe you and I'm not going to worry about that.
It's just so puny and shitty, man. I would expect this sort of thing from
a Usenet liberal. As little as I think of you, and didn't have you figured
I do now, though.
And I used to respect you a lot more than I do now. But it has become apparent that you’re a sad, angry little man pissed at the world because it doesn’t meet your high expectations. It’s a bitch when you figure out that your philosophy, however perfectly it functions in your mind, is disregarded by 99% of the people around you, isn’t it? Your schtick of screeching and flinging feces like a rabid baboon any time someone disagrees with you about anything has gotten past old. You’ve got about three emotional settings: one, seven, and eleven, and it appears (at least to me) that you’re spending more time at eleven than at any other. I can no longer hear you over the sound of your own anger. But that’s my fault too, I guess. Your own personal little clique of admirers will believe you, I’m sure, so we’re even on that score.
You once said that you didn’t understand why people didn’t lead themselves. It appears that you’ve finally figured it out, and that realization has embittered the fuck out of you. Well, sorry, but you’re the one whose perspective has changed. Humanity is as it’s pretty much always been. I try to deal with what is, rather than how I think it ought to be. That makes me less than a human being in your eyes, I suppose. Try not to be too disappointed in the fact that I can live content despite your disapproval. You’re disappointed with the world enough already, I’d hate to add to your already crushing burden.
As I said, I knew going into this I was going to regret it, but I needed to do it.
I’m sure the poo-flinging isn’t over yet.
UPDATE: The poo-flinging is finished. I was wrong, and I apologized.